Yalla Live Quotes & Sayings

The two horses had just lain down when a brood of ducklings, which had lost their mother, filed into the barn, cheeping feebly and wandering from side to side to find some place where they would not be trodden on. — George Orwell

Will you trust your five senses above the four Gospels? — Thomas Adams

I am remarkably pleased with Obama. I had grave misgivings about him. — Pat Robertson

Damn the great executives, the men of measured merriment, damn the men with careful smiles oh, damn their measured merriment. — Sinclair Lewis

Management that is destructively critical when mistakes are made kills initiative. And it's essential that we have many people with initiative if we are to continue to grow. — William L. McKnight

The prevalence of suicide, without doubt, is a test of height in civilization; it means that the population is winding up its nervous and intellectual system to the utmost point of tension and that sometimes it snaps. — Havelock Ellis

Men are always wicked at bottom unless they are made good by some compulsion. — Niccolo Machiavelli

Sometimes the things we have to do are objectionable in the eyes of others. — Richard Perle

Maybe we have enough technology to save the planet but it is not enough because the people are not ready. — Nhat Hanh

Friendship creates only the illusion of not being alone. — Orson Welles

Family means something different with us because it has to. It's not about blood. It's not even about who we like. It's about who Andrew's willing to protect. — Nora Sakavic

I got my style from a lot of different people, even my style of reading, even Johnny Carson inspired me. — Patti Smith

Before she could answer, the waiter sprang at his chance to brush some crumbs from David's chair. He had been hanging around their table like a vulture, waiting for them to eat the last papadum crumb so he could take away the basket. He eyed the last piece sadly, as if it were the barrier between him and eternal happiness. Ginny grabbed it and shoved it in her mouth. The man looked relieved and took the basket but immediately returned to stare mournfully at their water glasses. — Maureen Johnson

In 1861, on the eve of the Civil War, Grant, aged thirty-nine, with four children at home and scarcely a penny in the bank, had made no mark on the world and looked unlikely to do so, for all the boom conditions of mid-century America. His Plymouth Rock ancestry, his specialist education, his military rank, which together must have ensured him a sheltered corner in the life of the Old World, counted for nothing in the New. He lacked the essential quality to be what Jacques Barzun has called a "booster," one of those bustling, bonhomous, penny-counting, chance-grabbing optimists who, whether in the frenetic commercial activity of the Atlantic coast, in the emergent industries of New England and Pennsylvania or on the westward-moving frontier, were to make America's fortune. Grant, in his introspective and undemonstrative style, was a gentleman, and was crippled by the quality. — John Keegan

Delicious is a just and firm encounter of two in a thought, in a feeling. — Ralph Waldo Emerson