Yews Bushes Quotes & Sayings

You're remarkably uninteresting for a flying trollop. — K.J. Charles

Without question it may be said of Vancouver that her position, geographically, is Imperial to a degree, that her possibilities are enormous, and that with but a feeble stretch of the imagination those possibilities might wisely be deemed certainties. — Homer

It is not the mountain we conquer, but ourselves. — Edmund Hillary

I am not interested in coming to a conclusion or finding the "right" answer, I'm interested in going on a lifelong journey with this God who decided he wanted to walk this same journey with me. — Ricky Maye

Whether divine or human, it is precisely the imagination that fashions and recognizes the universe as meaningful, abiding, and valuable, that is to say, as real. — William K. Mahony

I know that I am going away on my own account. I must make the usual effort. I must have something to show for myself. To take what you would give me, I should have to be either a very large man or a very small one, and I am only in the middle class. — Willa Cather

The question to ask is whether the risk of traveling to space is worth the benefit. The answer is an unequivocal yes, but not only for the reasons that are usually touted by the space community: the need to explore, the scientific return, and the possibility of commercial profit. The most compelling reason, a very long-term one, is the necessity of using space to protect Earth and guarantee the survival of humanity. — William E. Burrows

We were fortunate to be there a day or two before 'the big bang' and then we got the heck out of town. — Scotty Moore

It had borne the burden, it had earned the honor - — Mark Twain

His life had seemed horrible when it was measured by its happiness, but now he seemed to gather strength as he realised that it might be measured by something else. Happiness mattered as little as pain. They came in, both of them, as all the other details of his life came in, to the elaboration of the design. He seemed for an instant to stand above the accidents of his existence, and he felt that they could not affect him again as they had done before. Whatever happened to him now would be one more motive to add to the complexity of the pattern, and when the end approached he would rejoice in its completion. It would be a work of art, and it would be none the less beautiful because he alone knew of its existence, and with his death it would at once cease to be.
Philip was happy. — W. Somerset Maugham

Rome versus the Visigoths, Ancient Egypt versus the Hyksos, Aztecs versus the Spaniards. — Margaret Atwood