Ursino Union Quotes & Sayings

You didn't sleep?"

"No! The dreams are terrible. In my dreams, she doesn't even look like herself anymore. I don't even remember what she looked like. — John Green

A big furry creature that purrs while it sits on your lap and squashes you! — Angela Sweet

All I desire is, that my poverty may not be a burden to myself, or make me so to others; and that is the best state of fortune that is neither directly necessitous nor far from it. A mediocrity of fortune, with gentleness of mind, will preserve us from fear or envy; which is a desirable condition; for no man wants power to do mischief. — Seneca The Younger

Contrary to popular wisdom, knowledge is not power - it's potential power. Knowledge is not mastery. Execution is mastery. Execution will trump knowledge every day of the week. — Anthony Robbins

The worst thing that you can do in terms of bringing a product up to the market is to be two days after someone else has brought a similar product to the international market-It's dead. — Ann Macbeth

The right word at the right time helps you make sense of the world. It helps, but sometimes not a lot. — Chris Lynch

A shadow fills the space where he stood, familiar and utterly changed at the same time. "E-Elias?" "I'm here." He hauls me to my feet. He is lean as a rail, and his eyes appear to almost glow in the thickening smoke. "Your brother is here. Tas is here. We're alive. We're all right. And that was beautifully done." He nods to the soldier, who has ripped the dagger out of his thigh and is now crawling away. "He'll be limping for months." I — Sabaa Tahir

You couldn't have fed the '50s into a computer and come out with the '60s. — Paul Kantner

Sure, I rose the wrong way today, I have had such damn'd ill luck every way. — Aphra Behn

People quoting others have nothing of their own to offer. — Moris Mateljan

Or perhaps the truth was that there is
no Fate, no pattern, nothing at all except a tired man looking back and forgetting everything but this
and that detail which the very act of memory composes into a fate. Eschenburg, remembering his
childhood, wondered whether Fate was merely a form of forgetfulness. — Steven Millhauser