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.
Earl Nightingale
All writers want to know that someone is reading their work, taking them seriously. It provides a kind of moral support.
Felice Picano
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
Over lowland, over snow and tundra span arches, raised by the rising sun. See: the light is winning! And the stream is streaming towards open minds and towards seeds dreaming of growth.
Einar Skjaeraasen
Success makes you less intimidated by things.
Nate Silver
I kind of make my life an open book as long as the left exists to use Saul Alinsky tactics to destroy people, your background is going to be fair game. If you're a human being who has behaved as a human, they're going to use anything that you've done wrong against you. I've lived my public life as openly as possible so that they can't rip something out of my closet to use against me.
Andrew Breitbart
What came first the chicken or the dickhead?
Alexander David Turner
Arctic Monkeys
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