Uniesse 48 Quotes & Sayings

You should put on the best version of yourself when you go out in the world because that is a show of respect to the other people around you. — Tom Ford

I must say that the tasks of the youth in general, and of the Young Communist Leagues and all other organisations in particular, might be summed up in a single word: learn. — Vladimir Lenin

Happy the youth who believes that his duty is to remake the world and bring it more in accord with virtue and justice, more in accord with his own heart. Woe to whoever commences his life without lunacy. — Nikos Kazantzakis

I cannot help thinking that it is more natural to have flowers grow out of the head than fruit. — Jane Austen

Because now I realize that being a marshal or being a soldier isn't my whole life, those two things aren't all that I am." His voice was thick with emotion, low and husky. "You're in there too; you're actually the most important part because I carry you with me wherever I go. — Mary Calmes

It's hard to love someone who doesn't love you back — Nicola Yoon

The first boy said, "I bring you gold." The second boy said, "I bring you myrrh." The third boy said, "Frank sent this. — Ken Robinson

Never look at how others who live dishonestly become rich, look at God and His holiness — Sunday Adelaja

The young man murmured in his sleep and said, "Dear Sparrow," and Sparrow felt, for the first time, how the purest joy could be a heaviness. — Madeleine Thien

Hard work, determination, discipline and dedication will determine your level of success. — Angela Khristin Brown

The classic trap for any revolutionary is always, "What's your alternative?" But even if you could provide the interrogator with a blueprint, this does not mean he would use it: in most cases he is not sincere in wanting to know. In fact this is a common offensive, a technique to reflect revolutionary anger and turn it against itself. Moreover, the oppressed have no job to convince all people. All they need know is that the present system is destroying them. — Shulamith Firestone

A red-tailed hawk rose high on an air current, calling out shrill, sequential rasps of raptor joy. She scanned the sky for another one. Usually when they spoke like that, they were mating. Once she'd seen a pair of them coupling on the wing, grappling and clutching each other and tumbling curve-winged through the air in hundred-foot death dives that made her gasp, though always they uncoupled and sailed outward and up again just before they were bashed to death in senseless passion. — Barbara Kingsolver