Wielki Kanion Quotes & Sayings

What tipped the scales was that psychology involved working with rats. — Morrie Schwartz.

The glories of the past compensated for the imperfections of the present. — Margaret MacMillan

To A Young Beauty
Dear fellow-artist, why so free
With every sort of company,
With every Jack and Jill?
Choose your companions from the best;
Who draws a bucket with the rest
Soon topples down the hill.
You may, that mirror for a school,
Be passionate, not bountiful
As common beauties may,
Who were not born to keep in trim
With old Ezekiel's cherubim
But those of Beauvarlet.
I know what wages beauty gives,
How hard a life her servant lives,
Yet praise the winters gone:
There is not a fool can call me friend,
And I may dine at journey's end
With Landor and with Donne. — W.B.Yeats

I think we women underrate ourselves when it comes to our courage and strength. — Judith McNaught

Remember the root word of humble and human is the same: humus: earth. We are dust. We are created; it is God who made us and not we ourselves. But we were made to be co-creators with our maker. — Madeleine L'Engle

The intellectual heritage of the race belongs to the minority. — H.L. Mencken

I don't play anymore because I can't play anymore and I retired when I was playing for Chelsea because the doctor had to cut my leg in two parts so this is why I retired. I started going to the gym recently and my knee started to hurt again, so you can imagine what it would be like if I tried to play! I play football on the beach with my daughters and my friends but that's it. — Emmanuel Petit

Love people, but don't confuse it with loving their behavior. — Shelley Tougas

For my part, I wish all guns with their belongings and everything could be sent to hell, which is the proper place for their exhibition and use. — Alfred Nobel

Ye gave me a child, mo nighean donn," he said softly, into the cloud of my hair. "We are together for always. She is safe; and we will live forever now, you and I." He kissed me, very lightly, and laid his head upon the pillow next to me. "Brianna," he whispered, in that odd Highland way that made the name his own. — Diana Gabaldon