Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Quotes
Our destiny often looks like a fruit-tree in winter. Who would think from its pitiable aspect that those rigid boughs, those rough twigs could next spring again be green, bloom, and even bear fruit? Yet we hope it, we know it.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
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I think about my parents all the time, especially on Sunday when I'm at Mass. My mother always said, 'We do not pray to win elections. We pray for people's health, we pray that God's will be done, we pray that we do our best. But we do not pray to win elections.'
Nancy Pelosi
The millennials were raised in a cocoon, their anxious parents afraid to let them go out in the park to play. So should we be surprised that they learned to leverage technology to build community, tweeting and texting and friending while their elders were still dialing long-distance?
Nancy Gibbs
I gotta say, I know my strengths, and I know my weaknesses, and, well, Fix-It Felix, I'm not too far from that kid.
Jack McBrayer
The imperial vastness of late Roman architecture was made possible by the invention of concrete.
Iain McGilchrist
When someone becomes successful or rich and famous, people perceive that person as being different. But I'm the same guy I've always been.
Barry Zito
The will of the people is the best law.
Ulysses S. Grant
'T is an old tale and often told;But did my fate and wish agree,Ne'er had been read, in story old,Of maiden true betray'd for gold,That loved, or was avenged, like me.
Walter Scott
The web's strength lies precisely in its unique position as the world's first universal platform.
Jeffrey Zeldman
If you help others with sincere motivation and sincere concern, that will bring you more fortune, more friends, more smiles, and more success. If you forget about others' rights and neglect others' welfare, ultimately you will be very lonely.
Dalai Lama
The big thing for me is just continuing to be a beacon of hope. And showing people that nothing is impossible.
Victoria Arlen
Our destiny often looks like a fruit-tree in winter. Who would think from its pitiable aspect that those rigid boughs, those rough twigs could next spring again be green, bloom, and even bear fruit? Yet we hope it, we know it.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe