Seneca the Younger (Seneca) Quotes
Pain, scorned by yonder gout-ridden wretch, endured by yonder dyspeptic in the midst of his dainties, borne bravely by the girl in travail. Slight thou art, if I can bear thee, short thou art if I cannot bear thee!
Seneca the Younger
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General Giap was one of the most brilliant military strategists of our era, who in Dien Bien Phu was able to place missile launchers in remote, mountainous jungles, something the yankee and European military officers considered impossible.
Fidel Castro
Look at how many North Carolina kids have played for me or tried out for me or coached with me. I've had Dennis Wuycik, Steve Previs, Billy Chamberlain, Donald Washington, Darrell Elston, Tommy LaGarde, Bobby Jones. You name it, I've had them. Whatever Coach has ever asked me to do, I've done. Because I love the school, and I worship him.
Larry Brown
History is a race between education and catastrophe.
H. G. Wells
In Hollywood they're getting younger, but believe me, it's not the food. It's the plastic surgery.
S. Jay Olshansky
I've always had tremendous support from my parents. I think there's a myth that gay people have lousy relationships with their parents.
B. D. Wong
I remember 'Hannah Montana' came out, and I was so depressed, I started crying because I was like, 'I want to do that.'
Zendaya
I grew up a swimmer. I didn't think I could swim without the use of my legs.
Victoria Arlen
I played volleyball, basketball, softball, and I started to love soccer the most around 7-8 years old because it was a physical game. I could use my speed and strength to my advantage.
Alex Morgan
I admired in others the strength that I lacked myself.
Georg Brandes
The bird with the thorn in its breast, it follows an immutable law; it is driven by it knows not what to impale itself, and die singing. At the very instant the thorn enters there is no awareness in it of the dying to come; it simply sings and sings until there is not the life left to utter another note. But we, when we put the thorns in our breasts, we know. We understand. And still we do it. Still we do it.
Colleen McCullough
Pain, scorned by yonder gout-ridden wretch, endured by yonder dyspeptic in the midst of his dainties, borne bravely by the girl in travail. Slight thou art, if I can bear thee, short thou art if I cannot bear thee!
Seneca the Younger
