Yafta Quotes & Sayings

I love you. It was so simple it almost went straight past me.
I love you. — Emma Scott

If optimism is the highest form of courage
as I am beginning to believe it is
then these students are all heroes. — Paula Huntley

A performance is a conversation between you and an audience. — Livingston Taylor

The world is a treadmill, and we are being pulled backward on it if we aren't consciously walking forward. — J. Grant Howard

Destiny is something not to be desired and not to be avoided. — Dag Hammarskjold

Fear does different things to people. Some run away. Some go forward to meet it before it's there. — Anne Perry

When Lucifer's arrogance turns to righteousness, the Angels will reunite and the heavens will no longer be fragmented or lost in space. — Alejandro C. Estrada

The moment you wake up, right away, you can smile ... You are aware that a new day is beginning, that life is offering you twenty-four brand new hours to live, and that that's the most precious of gifts. — Nhat Hanh

How can I progress on the Way thanks to every day difficulties. — Arnaud Desjardins

I've always been someone with a small circle of friends. Each stretch of my life has been defined by one person who was just my person. We became inseparable for a certain number of years, and that time was our season, just the two of us making our way through life. — Colin Trevorrow

I wish I knew who I am," I whispered to the stars in Baya's eyes.
Slowly, Baya shook his head. "Oh, Dust Girl, that's the hardest wish of all. Not even Baya can give you that one. That one you earn. — Sarah Zettel

In a tenderness so explicit, sexuality can become obsolete — Anonymous

You can always somebody who is worse than you are to make you feel virtuous. It's a cheap shot: those awful terrorists, perverts, communists
they are the ones who need to repent! Yes, indeed they do, and for them repentance will be a full-time job, exactly as it is for all the rest of us. — Hugh Nibley

She lifted the hat one more time and set it down slowly on top of her head. Two wings of gray hair protruded on either side of her florid face, but her eyes, sky-blue, were as innocent and untouched by experience as they must have been when she was ten. Were it not that she was a widow who had struggled fiercely to feed and clothe and put him through school and who was supporting him still, "until he got on his feet," she might have been a little girl that he had to take to town. — Flannery O'Connor