Whitstone Village Quotes & Sayings

Don't worry about losing. Think about winning. — Mike Krzyzewski

The wise man should always follow the roads that have been trodden by the great, and imitate those who have most excelled, so that if he cannot reach their perfection, he may at least acquire something of its savour. — Niccolo Machiavelli

Until you have kids, you can't imagine how much you could possibly love a human being. — Megan Fox

I've learned to accept birth and death ... but sometimes I still worry about what lies between. — Ashleigh Brilliant

If you are an eighteen or nineteen-year-old with little education, as is often the case, and you're put in charge of many, many people on the other end of the world, you have absolute power and you're not prepared for it. — Yaroslav Trofimov

There is a great case to be made for using religion to win arguments, as long as you only debate with other believers. — Josh Hanagarne

I use my voice as an instrument. — Enya

A belief is nothing more than a repeated thought which you have chosen to embrace and implement in your life. — Stephen Lovegrove

Opinions have greater power than strength of hands. — Sophocles

Most of us will perish before knowing who we are and why we came here. — Debasish Mridha

The real enemy is the man who tries to mold the human spirit so that it will not dare to spread its wings. — Abraham Flexner

And through the night, through the rain, over the marsh where no man could walk, we saw them coming. We saw their lights. Pale lights such as the dead burn in deep pools where men aren't meant to look. Lights that'd promise whatever a man could want, and would set you chasing them, hunting answers and finding only cold mud, deep and hungry. I — Mark Lawrence

But it is not an option for women like myself and Rose Bertin. Men want wives who are sweet and good with children, not women who plan and watch the accounts — Michelle Moran

Longing on a large scale is what makes history. This is just a kid with a
local yearning but he is part of an assembling crowd, anonymous
thousands off the buses and trains, people in narrow columns tramping over
the swing bridge above the river, and even if they are not a migration or a
revolution, some vast shaking of the soul, they bring with them the body
heat of a great city and their own small reveries and desperations, the
unseen something that haunts the day - men in fedoras and sailors on
shore leave, the stray tumble of their thoughts, going to a game. — Don DeLillo