I cannot believe that God would choose to play dice with the universe.
Love is not what the mind thinks, but what the heart feels.
Only a life lived for others is a life worthwhile.
Education is not the filling of the pail, but, the lighting of the fire.
Every day should be passed as if it were to be our last.
If we did the things we are capable of, we would astound ourselves.
See only that thou work and thou canst not escape the reward.
If you would lift me up you must be on higher ground.
Youth is not a time of life; it is a state of mind; it is not a matter of rosy cheeks, red lips and supple knees; it is a matter of the will, quality of the imagination, a vigor of the emotions; it is the freshness of the deep springs of life.
We all live amid surfaces, and the true art is to skate well on them.
To be pleased with one’s limits is a wretched state.
Talent is formed in solitude, character in the bustle of the world.
I could give up, it’s the easiest optionBut what would I achieve? Many sleepless nights holding regretOf all I didn’t seek, That option will never exist to me; My dreams are far too real, Down the hard road I findMy place in the world; the closest To home Ill ever feel.
To be able to look back upon ones life in satisfaction, is to live twice
Everything is temporary, almost like a passing fase, some of laughter Some of pain. What we would do, If we had the chance to explore What we had taken for Granted the very day before, Some would say I’m selfish, To hold a little sadness in my eyes, But they don’t feel the sorrow When...
We all have a vision, a dream to hope for. Some chase it and some wish upon it.. Who do you think, wins? the chaser finds ways to create it, regardless of the fight, the wisher finds way to excuse it, because courage doesn’t fill their hearts.
Like music on the waters is they sweet voice to me.
You need to choose your association according to your vision.
A man who wants to lead the orchestra must turn his back on the crowd.
Dyslexic satan worshipers think they’re worshipping Santa.
A professor is one who talks in someone else’s sleep