Toohey Dart Quotes & Sayings

Misfortunes, untoward events, lay open, disclose the skill of a general, while success conceals his weakness, his weak points. — Horace

We create excuses that stand between us and other people; excuses that separate us from the happiness and the prospects these people can present. — Farshad Asl

What I'm saying is, where have all the real people gone? Where are the recognizably-human beings? Of course, it's silly of me to look them on TV commercials, no one watches ads for their true-to-life portrayals. If the ads were full of real people, they wouldn't be able to sell anything. Which is the point of this rambling column.
Real people just don't sell. — Jessica Zafra

I know there is a God, and that He hates injustice and slavery. I see the storm coming, and I know that his hand is in it. If He has a place and work for me - and I think He has - I believe I am ready. — Abraham Lincoln

Chewing with my mind full. Stuff comes out my mouth." And — Margaret Atwood

I will have both of you," he said. "My Sentinel and my city. And the GP will learn exactly how stubborn we both can be. — Chloe Neill

I believe pain is nature's way of saying, 'You're still alive, and life sucks.' — Bill Engvall

Education isn't play
and it can't be made to look like play. It is hard, hard work. But it can be made interesting work. — Thomas A. Edison

There's definitely a large fan base for the 'Twilight' and 'Harry Potter' movies that need their next fix. — Josh Hutcherson

When you're a young man, a young boy, all you want to be is that action hero; you want to be the James Bond, and I got to do that for a bit, and that was great. — Matthew Lewis

Your job in life is to look after yourself and to find ways to get what you need - emotionally and otherwise - so that you live your best possible life, without being mired in anger and hurt over the past. — Amy Dickinson

The morning air of the pasture turned steadily cooler. Day by day, the bright golden leaves of the birches turned more spotted as the first winds of winter slipped between the withered branches and across the highlands toward the southeast. Stopping in the center of the pasture, I could hear the winds clearly. No turning back, they pronounced. The brief autumn was gone. — Haruki Murakami