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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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.
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'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 feel like I'm nothing without wildlife. They are the stars. I feel awkward without them.
Bindi Irwin
Living the past is a dull and lonely business; looking back strains the neck muscles, causing you to bump into people not going your way.
Edna Ferber
Winning or losing of the election is less important than strengthening the country.
Indira Gandhi
The successful Idea travels from mind to mind, claiming new territory, mutating as it goes.
Bernard Beckett
I think you have to be willing to take a bullet for somebody if you're going to stand up there, take your vows, and be married to them for the rest of your life.
Blake Shelton
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