Wachsende Pflanze Quotes & Sayings

Men feel that cruelty to the poor is a kind of cruelty to animals. They never feel that it is an injustice to equals; nay it is treachery to comrades. — Gilbert K. Chesterton

Great leaders focus on equipping their team. It is unfair to expect what you did not equip. — Chris Hogan

Photography is a way of putting distance between myself and the work which sometimes helps me to see more clearly what it is that I have made. — Andy Goldsworthy

There can be no higher law in journalism than to tell the truth and to shame the devil. — Walter Lippmann

Laziness is when you accede to the misconception that work is unnecessary. — Innocent Mwatsikesimbe

Dumb hope is what it hurts most to write, occupying the foolish schemes we pursued for decades, the blind alleys, the cliffs we stepped off. — Mary Karr

An excuse is a polite rejection. Men are not afraid of 'ruining the friendship. — Greg Behrendt

I have been able to travel all over the country and see many places that I probably never would have visited. I have also participated in many charity events for worthy causes. — Rob Mariano

Her face was unfamiliar, all mirth scrubbed from it. She wasn't crying. Her eyes were worse than crying, though. He wondered how long she had been carrying this. His heart was thudding. He'd gotten it right. One of them was supposed to die. — Maggie Stiefvater

The most important thing that I've figured out is that things work out the way they're supposed to. We try to have all this control and fashion things the way we want, but everything happens for a reason, and in the end it works out the way it's supposed to. — Randy Couture

There's nothing in the American dream about character. It's a serious flaw. — Mike Nichols

I remember once walking out hand in hand with a boy I knew, and it was summer, and suddenly before us was a field of gold. Gold as far as you could see. We knew we'd be rich forever. We filled our pockets and our hair. We were rolled in gold. We ran through the field laughing and our legs and feet were coated in yellow dust, so that we were like golden statues or golden gods. He kissed my feet, the boy I was with, and when he smiled, he had a gold tooth.
It was only a field of buttercups, but we were young. — Jeanette Winterson