Emily Dickinson Quotes
I think of love, and you, and my heart grows full and warm, and my breath stands still... I can feel a sunshine stealing into my soul and making it all summer, and every thorn, a rose.
Emily Dickinson
Quotes to Explore
Maybe that's what life is... a wink of the eye and winking stars.
Jack Kerouac
Philip Kitcher thinks that mathematics is surprisingly like empirical science. Few mathematicians would agree; philosophers too, from Socrates on, have held the opposite opinion.
Ian Hacking
The primary problem in many modernizing societies is not liberty but the creation of a legitimate public order. Men may, of course, have order without liberty, but they cannot have liberty without order.
Ferdinand Marcos
Mind is everything. Muscle - pieces of rubber. All that I am, I am because of my mind.
Paavo Nurmi
I thought that communism, the tyranny of communism, was an abomination and I beseeched God to bring that terrible evil down and he did. It was a great triumph, it took awhile, but it happened.
Pat Robertson
Our duties and responsibilities as human beings must be shown to be so incontrovertible that even atheists must recognize them. There are ultimate taboos.
Hans Jonas
I desire so to conduct the affairs of this administration that if at the end... I have lost every other friend on earth, I shall at least have one friend left, and that friend shall be down inside of me.
Abraham Lincoln
'I thought you understood,' he said. 'The world is your teacher. It will be all around you. The ocean and the wind and the stars and the moon will all teach you many things.'
Jane Roberts
Mulberry Street was the beating heart of the Italian-American experience, but you don't find those gangsters now. I live with a bunch of yuppies and models.
Abel Ferrara
My heart has always been truly convinced that in serving the cause of America, I am fighting for the interests of France.
Marquis de Lafayette
Only the soul that loves is happy.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
I think of love, and you, and my heart grows full and warm, and my breath stands still... I can feel a sunshine stealing into my soul and making it all summer, and every thorn, a rose.
Emily Dickinson