Robert W. Service Quotes
And each forgets, as he strips and runs With a brilliant, fitful pace, It's the steady, quiet, plodding ones Who win in the lifelong race. And each forgets that his youth has fled, Forgets that his prime is past, Till he stands one day, with a hope that's dead, In the glare of the truth at last.
Robert W. Service
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The mind moves in the direction of our currently dominant thoughts.
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While make-up helps to enhance one's features, too much of it tends to hide a person's features.
Park Shin-hye
I've always looked upon politics as a very boring thing. Politics never interested me as much as the people involved in it.
Pat Oliphant
Don't worry about Yemen. Yemen started in peace, and it will end its revolution in peace, and it will start its new civil state with peace.
Tawakkol Karman
'Miss Rumphius' has been, perhaps, the closest to my heart. There are, of course, many dissimilarities between me and Alice Rumphius, but, as I worked, she gradually seemed to become my alter ego. Perhaps she had been that right from the start.
Barbara Cooney
I move very slowly. It's usually material first. I sit with the material for a long time.
Jim Hodges
Will our life not be a tunnel between two vague clarities? Or will it not be a clarity between two dark triangles?
Pablo Neruda
I think that what women need to hear is that there is life after failure.
Beth Moore
If you mind losing more than you enjoy winning, don't bet.
Clement Freud
History is not the accumulation of events of every kind which happened in the past. It is the science of human societies.
Numa Denis Fustel de Coulanges
And each forgets, as he strips and runs With a brilliant, fitful pace, It's the steady, quiet, plodding ones Who win in the lifelong race. And each forgets that his youth has fled, Forgets that his prime is past, Till he stands one day, with a hope that's dead, In the glare of the truth at last.
Robert W. Service