Wallace Berman Quotes & Sayings

Of course people need not be always talking well. Only one tells the quality of their minds when they try to talk well. — George Eliot

The reason why the race of man moves slowly is because it must move all together. — Thomas Reed

All the citizens of a state cannot be equally powerful, but they may be equally free — Voltaire

You have no idea when or how God will answer your prayers, but don't stop praying. — Nancy Leigh DeMoss

Close analysis of 'miracles' have never led to any proof for a supernatural explanation, and, in fact, many have proven to be cheap magic tricks, hallucinations or primitive misunderstandings of natural phenomena. — Armin Navabi

A warrior accepts that we can never know what will happen to us next. — Pema Chodron

The time will come when man will know even what is going on in the other planets and perhaps be able to visit them. — Henry Ford

You will know those who love you, when you are in need. — Lailah Gifty Akita

Somewhere between us hating each other back then, you became my first real friend, my first and only best friend, and I didn't realize it until last summer, but you've actually been my first everything." "You were my first kiss, my first date that I actually enjoyed, and the first woman I fell in love with - the first woman I actually made love to..." he said. "And you're still the only person I can talk to twenty times a day - whether it's via letter, email, text, or phone call, and still feel like it's not enough. — Whitney G.

Every woman has some reason to weep and weeping is sweetest when it is for another's sorrow. — Ivo Andric

Unlocking individual change starts and ends with the mental maps people carry in their heads-how they see the organization and their jobs. — Ralph Christensen

I dream dark dreams.
I dream of a figure moving through the forest, of children flying from his path, of young women crying at his coming. I dream of snow and ice, of bare branches and moon-cast shadows. I dream of dancers floating in the air, stepping lightly even in death, and my own pain is but a faint echo of their suffering as I run. My blood is black on the snow, and the edges of the world are silvered with moonlight. I run into the darkness, and he is waiting.
I dream in black and white, and I dream of him.
I dream of Caleb, who does not exist, and I am afraid. — John Connolly

The Civil Service is a bit like a rusty weathercock. It moves with opinion then it stays where it is until another wind moves it in a different direction — Tony Benn