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
Yielding, like ice about to melt.
Lao Tzu
I feel blessed to be having a really easy pregnancy.
Danica McKellar
To know each other is the best way to understand each other. To understand each other is the only way to love each other.
Michelangelo
I have been able to have a family and to dedicate quality time to my two sets of twins and my husband, as well as to serve on the boards of The Michael J. Fox Foundation for Parkinson's Research and Montefiore Medical Center.
Karen Finerman
Why you exist, says Nietzsche with Søren Kierkegaard, nobody in the world can tell you in advance; but since you do exist, try to give your existence a meaning by setting up for yourself as lofty and noble a goal as you can.
Georg Brandes
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
