Zmeyev Quotes & Sayings

Last night I heard a robin singing in the rain,
And the raindrop's patter made a sweet refrain,
Making all the sweeter the music of the strain.
So, I thought, when trouble comes, as trouble will,
Why should I stop singing? Just beyond the hill
It may be that sunshine floods the green world still.
He who faces the trouble with a heart of cheer
Makes the burden lighter. If there falls a tear,
Sweeter is the cadence in the song we hear.
I have learned your lesson, bird with dappled wing,
Listening to your music with its lilt of spring
When the storm-cloud darkens, then's the TIME to sing. — Eben E. Rexford

It may just be a little sentence from the little girl, but what matters is that she had done it; why can't I? — Low Kay Hwa

Curiosity might be pictured as being made up of chains of small questions extending outwards, sometimes over huge distances, from a central hub composed of a few blunt, large questions. — Alain De Botton

Any virus that's been sequenced today - that genome can be made. — Craig Venter

Rainbows paint the sky with different colors of love, sadness, and joy. — Debasish Mridha

For me, going to markets is the best way to understand the soul of a place. — Alain Ducasse

There are thousands of ways to get yourself killed time traveling. Being in a hurry is the fastest way to find a new one. -Excerpt from the journal of Dr. Harold Quickly, 1912 On — Nathan Van Coops

The boy was painted in his pain — A.L. Jackson

We live on the dash between our birth date and our death date. — Jesse Jackson

An elite class that is free to operate without limits - whether limits imposed by the rule of law or fear of the responses from those harmed by their behavior - is an elite class that will plunder, degrade, and cheat at will, and act endlessly to fortify its own power. — Glenn Greenwald

There is no reasoning someone out of a position he has not reasoned himself into. — Clive James

But when day came, with a sprinkle of rain, and he looked about him and saw on every side an unknown woods, wild heaths, and blue mountain, he thought how large and strange the world was and felt frightened and small. — C.S. Lewis

The triumph of writing fiction is that by doing so, writers can build a more ideal world in themselves. — Lauren Groff