Urosevic Quotes & Sayings

Jo's eyes sparkled, for it's always pleasant to be believed in; and a friend's praise is always sweeter than a dozen newspaper puffs. — Louisa May Alcott

Your brother is young enough to believe that the past still exists, he said. That the injustices within it await his remedy. Perhaps you believe this also? — Cormac McCarthy

I just want to express a generalized and endless feeling of love inside of me directed at every single person who exists or will ever exist. — Steve Roggenbuck

Macaulay somewhere says, that it is extraordinary that, whereas the laws of the motions of the heavenly bodies, far removed as they are from us, are perfectly well understood, the laws of the human mind, which are under our observation all day and every day, are no better understood than they were two thousand years ago. — Florence Nightingale

Because there is no glory in illness. There is no meaning to it. There is no honor in dying of. — John Green

Thought that he was a clock was like a clock was like a spring in a clock when it breaks and explodes when he had his fits. But he was not like a clock or at least was only like a clock to me. But to himself? Who knows? And so it is not he who was like a clock but me. — Paul Harding

After the 'war to end war' they seem to have been pretty successful in Paris at making a 'Peace to end Peace. — Archibald Wavell

One sip of this will bathe the drooping spirits in delight, beyond the bliss of dreams. — John Milton

Rees, the secret of a Scientist is not what he knows. It's what he asks. — Stephen Baxter

Approaching the Start of Civil Exams

Perhaps I was once a young Chinese scholar
approaching the start of civil exams,
my mind grown weary and sad from seclusion
with books on syntax and poetic style.

All that I knew were the mist-covered mountains
and sweet white blossoms of mountain apples
that grew in the valleys of my province.

But I had been gone over six years
busy with studies in the Heavenly City
empty and thin despite my work.

I showed my verses to an older poet
who told me a truth I longed to believe:
all knowledge is futile and barren
which does not open the love of your friends. — Jim Chapson

I had always thought of home not as a house, or even a place, but a feeling of safety and acceptance, a warm light when the rest of the world was a dark, forbidding place.
Whenever my family was around, wherever we were, I felt like I was home. — Elizabeth Haydon