Edward Joseph Young Quotes
Quotes to Explore
-
Nerd herd, focus. You're here to help the fledglings. Dour One and Dour Two aren't important," said Aphrodite. "Dr. Seuss reference. I like it," Stark said, giving me a check-me-out-I've-always-read-books hottie grin. Aphrodite frowned at him. "I said focus, not flirt.
P. C. Cast
-
One day, when all the continents have been buried in ocean, we’ll slowly float past each other in our little boats, hearing our own hearts in each other’s chest, and watch each other like stars we don’t know are dead.
Zachary Schomburg
-
Choose your man of the match. It's time to shoot the boot!
Jeremy Miller
-
Night had come—night that she loved of all times, night in which the reflections in the dark pool of the mind shine more clearly than by day.
Virginia Woolf
-
Well, American dialects have been studied for a hundred years or so.
William Labov
-
I have heard of your paintings too, well enough; God has given you one face, and you make yourselves another: you jig, you amble, and you lisp, and nick-name God's creatures, and make your wantonness your ignorance. Go to, I'll no more on't; it hath made me mad.
William Shakespeare
-
I know that I have still before me a difficult path to traverse. I must reduce myself to zero. So long as a man does not of his own free will put himself last among his fellow creatures, there is no salvation for him. Ahimsa is the farthest limit of humility.
Mahatma Gandhi
-
The lightning spark of thought generated in the solitary mind awakens its likeness in another mind.
Thomas Carlyle
-
Before my big break in 'MADtv,' I was doing a lot of commercial work.
Mo Collins
-
Today's Gypsies, who have lived in Prague for only two generations, light a ritual fire wherever they work, a nomads' fire crackling only for the joy of it, a blaze of roughhewn wood like a child's laugh, a symbol of the eternity that preceded human thought, a free fire, a gift from heaven, a living sign of the elements unnoticed by the world-weary pedestrian, a fire in the ditches of Prague warming the wanderer's eye and soul.
Bohumil Hrabal
-
Can eternity belong to me,
Poor pensioner on the bounties of an hour?
Edward Joseph Young