Yishay Ribo Quotes & Sayings

The time of the autumn floods came and the hundred streams poured into the Yellow River. ... Then the Lord of the River was beside himself with Joy, believing that all the beauty in the world belonged to him alone. — Zhuangzi

Mistakes are part of your life; it is impossible to live a mistake-free life! You have made mistakes and you shall make mistakes! Just let them be fewer and smaller! — Mehmet Murat Ildan

Sometimes it takes a long, long time before we can glean enrichment from the deprivation and suffering which has baffled and overwhelmed us. - Mildred Tengbom — Susan Lenzkes

For a brief second, I entertained the idea of ripping off my gloves, rushing down the hall, and jumping on Dustin's back like a psychotic monkey. — Jennifer L. Armentrout

I can see the war that's coming and I can see the after-war, the food-queues and the secret police and the loudspeakers telling you what to think. — George Orwell

A woman can produce what no man can: a child. — Clare Boothe Luce

When the old king saw this he foamed with rage, stared wildly about, flung himself on the ground and died. — Andrew Lang

Stuart needs "space" and "time," as if this were physics and not a human relationship. — Kathryn Stockett

one gets so hopelessly tired of deception. — Graham Greene

Be ashamed when you sin, don't be ashamed when you repent [To repent means to have a change of heart and mind. It is not simply a feeling of sorrow ,but a psycho/spiritual growth away from evil/death and a turning to God/life]. Sin is the wound, repentance is the medicine. Sin is followed by shame; repentance is followed by boldness [ Boldness means to beg God for undeserved mercy]. Satan has overturned this order and given boldness to sin and shame to repentance. — Saint John Chrysostom

It was in this man's class that I first began to wonder if people who wrote fiction were not suffering from some kind of disorder--from what I've since come to think of, remembering the wild nocturnal rocking of Albert Vetch, as the midnight disease. The midnight disease is a kind of emotional insomnia; at every conscious moment its victim--even if he or she writes at dawn, or in the middle of the afternoon--feels like a person lying in a sweltering bedroom, with the window thrown open, looking up at a sky filled with stars and airplanes, listening to the narrative of a rattling blind, an ambulance, a fly trapped in a Coke bottle, while all around him the neighbors soundly sleep. this is in my opinion why writers--like insomniacs--are so accident-prone, so obsessed with the calculus of bad luck and missed opportunities, so liable to rumination and a concomitant inability to let go of a subject, even when urged repeatedly to do so. — Michael Chabon

Ever since I was a kid, I might have been eleven or twelve. I'd be telling anyone who would listen that when I grew up, I wanted to be an artist. — Graeme Base