Fyodor Dostoevsky Quotes
But it is possible, it is possible: the old grief, by a great mystery of human life, gradually passes into quiet, tender joy; instead of young, ebullient blood comes a mild, serene old age: I bless the sun's rising each day and my heart sings to it as before, but now I love its setting even more, its long slanting rays, and with them quiet, mild, tender memories, dear images from the whole of a long and blessed life--and over all is God's truth, moving, reconciling, all-forgiving!
Fyodor Dostoevsky
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My friends and I were wild and we liked to joy-ride.
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Truly, love is delightful and pleasant food, supplying, as it does, rest to the weary, strength to the weak, and joy to the sorrowful. It in fact renders the yoke of truth easy and its burden light.
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Nothing can really prepare you for you the sheer overwhelming experience of what it means to become a mother. It is full of complex emotions of joy, exhaustion, love, and worry, all mixed together.
Kate Middleton
That's the joy of making a movie: watching all the elements come together.
Taron Egerton
We're never so vulnerable than when we trust someone - but paradoxically, if we cannot trust, neither can we find love or joy.
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It's such a joy to talk to a roomful of people who have read my novel and are eager to talk about it.
Nancy Pickard
There is no joy in the soul that has forgotten what God prizes.
Oswald Chambers
I know it sounds corny, man, but I like to bring folks joy, and I like to have a good time. I know folks like to be with somebody who's having a good time. You sure as hell don't want to be with somebody who's having a bad day.
Wolfman Jack
Alice Munro is an atomic writer blasting doors into narrative time.
David Means
She said she knew she was able to fly because when she came down she always had dust on her fingers from touching the light bulbs.
J. D. Salinger
Being able to do something that I love and be at such a high level of gymnastics is just amazing.
Laurie Hernandez
But it is possible, it is possible: the old grief, by a great mystery of human life, gradually passes into quiet, tender joy; instead of young, ebullient blood comes a mild, serene old age: I bless the sun's rising each day and my heart sings to it as before, but now I love its setting even more, its long slanting rays, and with them quiet, mild, tender memories, dear images from the whole of a long and blessed life--and over all is God's truth, moving, reconciling, all-forgiving!
Fyodor Dostoevsky
