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
I love when I think we're taking territory - if it makes sense in the long term, we just don't give a damn what it looks like in the short term. After all, we're running a cult, not a normal company.
Charlie Munger
I don't care what they think of me,And I don't care what they say.I don't care what they think if you're leavin'.I'm gonna beg you to stay.I don't care if they start to avoid me.I don't care what they do.I don't care about anything elseBut bein' with you,Bein' with you.
Smokey Robinson
A lot of times, people have something that they're afraid of. They've got a client that's mad at them. They've got a project that's due. And they let that stress hang over their head. I don't let that happen.
Jocko Willink
We've already been killed, all of us. It happened so long ago, we've forgotten it.
Yasmina Khadra
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