Untaian Bunga Quotes & Sayings

When a bee stings, she dies. She cannot sting and live. When men sting, their better selves die. Every sting kills a better instinct. Men must not turn bees and kill themselves in stinging others. — Francis Bacon

If one wanted to crush and destroy a man entirely, to mete out to him the most terrible punishment ... all one would have to do would be to make him do work that was completely and utterly devoid of usefulness and meaning. — Fyodor Dostoyevsky

Radio has changed, there was a little bit of difference around the country and now that is gone and everything is uniform. That is not the only place it's happening in music, there's a lot of consolidation. — Joan Jett

Neither you nor the world knows what you can do until you have tried. — Ralph Waldo Emerson

The mind has been likened to a piece of paper that has been folded. Ever afterwards it has a tendency to fold in the same crease-unless we make a new crease or fold, when it will follow the last lines. — William Walker Atkinson

And in my own life I am not willing to trade quality for quantity. — John Steinbeck

My friend, I've been lying all my life. Even when I was telling the truth. I never spoke for the truth, but only for myself, I knew that before, but only now do I see ... Oh, where are those friends whom I have insulted with my friendship all my life? And everyone, everyone! Savez-vous, perhaps I'm lying now; certainly I'm also lying now. The worst of it is that I believe myself when I lie. The most difficult thing in life is to live and not lie ... and ... and not believe one's own lie, yes, yes, that's precisely it! — Fyodor Dostoyevsky

Jesus Christ knows the worst about you. Nonetheless, He is the one who loves you the most. — Aiden Wilson Tozer

Something smashed to the ground. Jack looked at me, all the mugs forgotten. "I'm not going to let anyone kill you." He grinned. "If I don't get to, no one should. — Kiersten White

You know full well that it was past time for you to come out in the open. And by admitting the truth, there are no more secrets, for either of us." She smiled. "That means we're able to discontinue playing the parts we've been playing for far too long and begin living our lives as they were meant to be lived - you as an author, and me as . . . well, I haven't figured that out exactly yet, but I have a few ideas in mind." Bram smiled. "I have to hope that I figure in somewhere with those few ideas, but . . ." He nodded to the shoreline. "We're almost to Ravenwood, so now is hardly the time to discuss such matters." Knowing he was right but finding herself unable to keep from smiling at the idea of having Bram Haverstein as part of her future plans - although what part he would play in her life it was certainly too soon to tell - Lucetta set her sights on the shore, anxious to see Ravenwood from the vantage point of the Hudson. "Do — Jen Turano

I love old places," she said. "They have weight to them. Sometimes New York feels so transitory. Even London with all its history doesn't have the same feel as Scotland."
"The cities are too busy." He shifted so he blocked some of the wind for her. "The quiet is deep here." She glanced up at him, surprised by how well he understood her thoughts. "That's exactly what it is. Deep quiet. — Carla Laureano