Famous word of the day

#1. Spare me this sanctimony about politeness, please. There are millions of people in this country who hate the very word ‘Thatcher’ and ‘Thatcherism,’ which continues until this day. — Author: George Galloway

#2. I hold you in the safest place I keep. Somewhere between memories and scars. — Author: Nicole Lyons

#3. I before E except after C. Weird?
By rebelling against the rules the word itself denotes its very meaning: of strange or extraordinary character, odd, fantastic.
I think all writers are weird. — Author: Day Parker

#4. ART, n. This word has no definition. Its origin is related by the ingenious Father Gassalasca Jape as «One day a wag — what would the wretch be at? Shifted a letter of the cipher RAT, And said it was a god’s name! … » — Author: Ambrose Bierce

#5. On one day of the week, I relax — which is not true, I work furiously on other things. ‘Relax’ is not a word to me. — Author: Philippe Petit

#6. Many people I know in Los Angeles believe that the Sixties ended abruptly on August 9, 1969, ended at the exact moment when word of the murders on Cielo Drive traveled like brushfire through the community, and in a sense this is true. The tension broke that day. The paranoia was fulfilled. — Author: Joan Didion

#7. A day! It has risen upon us from the great deep of eternity, girt round with wonder; emerging from the womb of darkness; a new creation of life and light spoken into being by the word of God. — Author: Edwin Hubbel Chapin

#8. I can’t believe there is a poet who hasn’t eagerly put down a word one day, only to erase it the next day deciding it was sheer lunacy. It’s part of the process of selection. — Author: Stephen Dobyns

#9. I have no problem living in Liverpool, but I think my wife and daughters deserve to enjoy every day to the full and live their lives — but they have to be at home all day. My wife doesn’t speak a word of English, so she depends 100% on me. I live here with them. That’s my world, that’s my life. — Author: Javier Mascherano

#10. I asked the universe for serendipity and you walked through my door. — Author: Nikki Rowe

#11. L. 151. Chthizos, yesterday. But either the word must have a more extended signification than is usually given to it, or Homer must here have fallen into an error; for two complete nights and one day, that on which Patroclus met his death, had intervened since the visit of Ajax and — Author: Homer

#12. You do not know, you cannot know, the difficulty of the life of a politician. It means every minute of the day or night, every ounce of your energy. There is no rest, no relaxation. Enjoyment? A politician does not know the meaning of the word. — Author: Nikita Khrushchev

#13. A truth of the gospel is not a truth until you live it. You do not really believe in tithing until you pay it. The word of wisdom to you is not a truth of the gospel until you keep it. The Sabbath day is not a holy day unless you observe it … A friend is not a friend unless you defend him. — Author: Harold B. Lee

#14. A wise man nourishes his soul each morning with the word of God and enriches his day with God’s wisdom. Psalm 19:7. — Author: Felix Wantang

#15. I spend my night writing you love letters;The eraser
Then spend my day
Erasing each, word by word.
Your eyes are my golden compasses;
They point me toward the sea of separation!

(translated from the Arabic by Sivar Qazaz) — Author: Ghada Samman

#16. I use the word ‘passion’ a lot when I talk to young people. In every pursuit I’ve been on, I’ve had a lot of passion behind it. It continues to motivate me every day on what I like to do and where I’m going. — Author: Charles Schwab

#17. Don’t tell me that you have a Reformed Church in the tradition of Calvin until you have the preaching of the Word every day of the week, devote Wednesday’s to prayer and have the church gather together for prayer. — Author: Sinclair B. Ferguson

#18. Bun. Sir, said I, Wickliffe saith, that he which leaveth off preaching and hearing of the Word of God for fear of excommunication of men, he is already excommunicated of God, and shall in the day of judgment be counted a traitor to Christ. — Author: John Bunyan

#19. The word salad here means any vegetable eaten raw or uncooked, e.g., a bowl of cold pasta in olive oil with a token vegetable is not a salad. I encourage my patients to eat two huge salads a day, with the goal of consuming an entire head of romaine or other green lettuce daily. I — Author: Joel Fuhrman

#20. The Latter-day Saint woman who follows Christ is a true Christian in the very best sense of the word. She is a woman of faith who trusts God and is confident and fearless. — Author: Margaret D. Nadauld

#21. There are many kinds of betrayals. There are the small ones: the unkind word, the laughter behind someone’s back, the petty lies. And there are the betrayals that break hearts, destroy worlds, and turn the strong, sweet light of day into bitter dust. — Author: Gillian Shields

#22. During my days of deepest grief, in all of my shock, sorrow and struggle, I sat at the feet of God. I literally spent hours each day reading God’s word, meditating on scripture and praying. I intentionally spent a significant amount of time being still before God. — Author: Rick Warren

#23. The Eucharist completes the restoration begun in the Crib. Make merry therefore on this beautiful day, on which the sun of the Eucharist is rising. Let your gratitude never separate the Crib from the Altar, the Word made flesh from the God-Man made Bread of Life in the Most Blessed Sacrament — Author: Peter Julian Eymard

#24. I thought I could write. So it was my intention to start off as a writer. But I wasn’t really great at delivering the word at the end of the day. — Author: Lee Daniels

#25. If you find something that gets hold of you in the Word, pass it on to somebody that very day. — Author: E. Stanley Jones

#26. He bent to put his cheek against hers. His breath against her ear made her shudder with each deliberately spoken word. «I have wanted to do this,» he said, «every moment of every hour of every day that I have been with you since the day I met you. — Author: Cassandra Clare

#27. I call God to record against the day we shall appear before our Lord Jesus, that I never altered one syllable of God’s Word against my conscience, nor would do this day, if all that is in earth, whether it be honor, pleasure, or riches, might be given me. — Author: William Tyndale

#28. A long time. Right on time. Out of time. Mind the time. Be on time. Spare time. Keep time. Stall for time.
There are as many expressions with «time» as there are minutes in a day.
But once, there was no word for it at all. Because no one was counting. — Author: Mitch Albom

#29. Someone else has to be disseminating it. (Mark)
Dis-a what? (Nick)
Disseminating. It means distributing it. (Mark)
Then why didn’t you say that? (Nick)
Remind me to get him a word-of-the-day calendar. (Mark) — Author: Sherrilyn Kenyon

#30. I used to move gracefully. I used to know the word grace to the center of my bones. Now I seek it every day and fall short, inevitably, every day. I lost grace. — Author: Katherine Locke

#31. The Word of God is a lamp by night, a light by day, and a delight at all times. — Author: Charles Spurgeon

#32. To this day I have a profound mistrust of the word processor. I have to type it or write it first, screen it and only then enter it for posterity onto the word processor. — Author: Shane Black

#33. I am not ignorant of what is said of my Lord in the Psalm: «You destroy those who speak a lie.» And again: «A lying mouth deals death to the soul.» And likewise the Lord says in the Gospel: «On the day of judgment men shall render account for every idle word they utter.» — Author: Saint Patrick

#34. The word of the day is legs. Let’s go back to my place and spread the word. — Author: Gena Showalter

#35. One Friday afternoon at the close of the working day the idiot bosses in their fucking ties and suit coats came down and handed out pink slips to every other person on the floor. I got one. They were firing us. Then they turned and, without a word, went back to their offices. Corporate pricks. — Author: John William Tuohy

#36. Companies the size of PepsiCo is like running a little republic, there is no question about it. The only difference is that I don’t have to worry about the media hounding me every day, on every word that I say. I have a board of directors that runs the country in the interest of the stake holders. — Author: Indra Nooyi

#37. Tomorrow-drop that word from your vocabulary! Tomorrow does not exist, it cannot exist: it is not in the nature of things. Only this day exists. — Author: Rajneesh

#38. He gave her that last word. He gave her his love. He would think of her almost every day for the rest of his life. Only his presence would he withhold. — Author: Edith Pearlman

#39. Word For The Day BOONDOGGLE (BOON dahg’uhl) n. A pointless project. Work of no value, done merely to appear busy. Alternate Word ICKY (IK ee) adj. Very distasteful; disgusting. — Author: Deb Baker

#40. Oaths were important to word correctly, but Gregory could be forgiven for his lapse. It wasn’t every day that his demon lover took a member of his choir hostage, beat the shit out of the guy and kept him a starving captive in her basement. — Author: Debra Dunbar

#41. Celebrate the feast of Christmas every day, even every moment in the interior temple of your spirit, remaining like a baby in the bosom of the heavenly Father, where you will be reborn each moment in the Divine Word, Jesus Christ. — Author: Paul Of The Cross

#42. The day I charge an unbeliever like you for the word of God will be the day I’m struck dead by lightning, and with good reason. — Author: Carlos Ruiz Zafon

#43. Love works in miracles every day: such as weakening the strong, and stretching the weak; making fools of the wise, and wise men of fools; favouring the passions, destroying reason, and in a word, turning everything topsy-turvy. — Author: Margaret Of Valois

#44. I may change my opinion on the same subject, the same event, ten, twenty, thirty times in the course of a single day. And to think that each time, like the worst impostor, I dare utter word «truth»! — Author: Emil Cioran

#45. One’s my favorite number. The word won being the past tense of win, and we can all say at the end of the day that we won once again, can’t we? Some days making it to the end of the day is quite a victory. — Author: Jennifer Brown

#46. We are approaching levels — if we’re not beyond levels — of threshold for the number of messages that consumers can take in in a given day. There is a kind of hunger for some kind of new approach to getting the word out about something. — Author: Malcolm Gladwell

#47. In June we picked the clover,
And sea-shells in July:
There was no silence at the door,
No word from the sky.

A hand came out of August
And flicked his life away:
We had not time to bargain, mope,
Moralize, or pray. — Author: Cecil Day-Lewis

#48. Nothing improper was occurring, on the surface, but she hadn’t said a word about her new friend to Max; and by consistently failing to mention and event of significance in her day she was practising a form of duplicity. — Author: Patrick McGrath

#49. What is called zazen is sitting on a zafu [pillow] in a quiet room, absolutely still, in the exact and proper position and without uttering a word, the mind empty of any thought, good or wicked. It is continuing to sit peacefully, facing a wall, and nothing more. Every day. — Author: Taisen Deshimaru

#50. God is life…Life is all and, too, we see it as simply a word. Yet words born of love, written, spoken or sung, illuminate and redeem the human soul. They become the rays of sunshine that transform an ordinary day. — Author: Dana Rondel

#51. And there he would lie all day long on the lawn brooding presumably over his poetry, till he reminded one of a cat watching birds, when he had found the word, and her husband said, «Poor old Augustus—he’s a true poet,» which was high praise from her husband. — Author: Virginia Woolf

#52. Some of us walk around with a necklace of hope, an armour of sanity, but at the end of the day, they always come off. We reveal our naked, vulnerable, real selves. — Author: Karen Quan

#53. You know, we can quote the written Word all day to our friends, but nothing will touch them like our own hunger and love for the Word himself. It is not dutiful love that attracts but love freely lavished from a heart familiar with the gardens of heaven. — Author: Amy Layne Litzelman

#54. How wonderful it is to be surprised by God’s call, to embrace his word, and to walk in the footsteps of Jesus … Your life will become richer and more joyful each day! — Author: Pope Francis

#55. To see with one’s own eyes, to feel and judge without succumbing to the suggestive power of the fashion of the day, to be able to express what one has seen and felt in a snappy sentence or even in a cunningly wrought word — is that not glorious? Is it not a proper subject for congregation? — Author: Albert Einstein

#56. I don’t know when the word fashion came into being, but it was an evil day. For thousands of years people got along with something called style and maybe, in another thousand, we’ll go back to it. — Author: Elizabeth Hawes

#57. Oh for a single hour of that Dundee Who on that day the word of onset gave! — Author: William Wordsworth

#58. Watch the morning watch. Do not see the face of man until you have seen the face of God. Before you enter on the day with its temptations, look up into His face and hide His Word in your heart. — Author: F.B. Meyer

#59. O Lord, self-renunciation is not the work of one day, nor children’s sport; yea, rather in this word is included all perfection. — Author: Thomas A Kempis

#60. May the strength of God pilot us, may the wisdom of God instruct us, may the hand of God protect us, may the word of God direct us. Be always ours this day and for evermore. — Author: Saint Patrick

#61. Whatever it is that stirs your soul, listen to that. Everything else is just noise. — Author: Nicole Lyons

#62. I used to like the word of the day and when I read, highlight words that I didn’t know and look them up. — Author: Zach Gilford

#63. I will meet you on the nape of your neck one day, on the surface of intention, word becoming act.
We will breathe into each other the high mountain tales, where the snows come from, where the waters begin.
-In the yellow time of pollen — Author: Luke Davies

#64. On the 1st day of December, 1830, I was confirmed, and in accordance with the word of the Lord I was ordained an Elder under the hands of the Prophet. — Author: Orson Pratt

#65. My name is Scarlet Stone. I was offered useful traits the day I entered this world. I passed on common sense, opting for the-edge-of-a-knife journey. When I die, I want my gravestone to have the word ‘epic’ on it somewhere. — Author: Jewel E. Ann

#66. It is not the thing on which we spend the most time that moulds us, but the thing that exerts the greatest power. Five minutes with God and His Word is worth more than all the rest of the day. — Author: Oswald Chambers

#67. First of all we had very few users. We might have had a hundred accesses a day. So there was really no demand from the users to add their own links. Things changed over time though as our access rates doubled every month. Through word of mouth on the Net more and more people began using it. — Author: David Filo

#68. Is there anything sadder than the foods of the 1950s? Canned, frozen, packaged concoctions, served up by the plateful, three meals per day, in an era in which the supermarket was king, the farmer’s market was, well, for farmers, and the word ‘locavore’ sounded vaguely like a mythical beast. — Author: Jeffrey Kluger

#69. You have to plan it [your devotion to God] every day. And, the best time to plan it is before your day begins. If you don’t plan it, your day will plan you. And so, I make a disciplined life of the study of the scriptures, reading the word every day. — Author: Ravi Zacharias

#70. Religion doesn’t play any part in my life in terms of how I live my life. But I don’t think I’ve ever gone through a day in my life without hearing someone say the word ‘Jew’ or saying it myself. — Author: Larry David

#71. Day by day we are building for eternity … Every gentle word, every generous thought, every unselfish deed will become a pillar of eternal beauty in the life to come. — Author: Rebecca Ruter Springer

#72. I can never tire of speaking of the bridges of Paris. By day and by night have I paused on them to gaze at their views; the word not being too comprehensive for the crowds and groupings of objects that are visible from their arches. — Author: James Fenimore Cooper

#73. Oh, the positive power of an instructed tongue! How many weary people do we encounter day after day who could use a sustaining word? — Author: Beth Moore

#74. We are silent at the beginning of the day because God should have the first word, and we are silent before going to sleep because the last word also belongs to God. — Author: Dietrich Bonhoeffer

#75. Earth rejoices our words, breathing and peaceful steps. Let every breath, every word and every step make the mother earth proud of us. — Author: Amit Ray

#76. The time has now come for every Latter-day Saint … to do the will of the Lord and to pay his tithing in full. That is the word of the Lord to you … — Author: Lorenzo Snow

#77. We need new athletes all the time because we need new games every day — fudging just a little on the definition of the word ‘need.’ We like to have new games every day, and, if we are to have a constant and endless flow of games, we need a constant flow of athletes. — Author: Bill James

#78. I remember the day we were hanging around the band’s commune and Roger came in with the press kit for a rock band (Moby Grape) any of us had ever seen. It looked psychedelic, yet it was done by ad people. I believe the word «hype» was coined on that very day. — Author: Cynthia Heimel

#79. Don’t live a day without your spiritual nourishment; mediation on the word of God. — Author: Lailah Gifty Akita

#80. Meditation is not the pursuit of an invisible path leading to some imaginal bliss. The meditative mind is seeing, watching, listening, without the word, without comment, without opinion, attentive to the movement of life in all its relationships throughout the day. — Author: Jiddu Krishnamurti

#81. Because I had goodwill for all, I thought all were my friends, and then I learned of treachery, that some preferred my end. A glorious day, the one I learned the meaning of the word. It’s good to know my enemies, though their reasons are absurd. — Author: Vanna Bonta

#82. How little wives may realize that a biting, stinging word in the morning will rob a husband of efficiency the whole day long. But a loving, tender, beautiful word — a little prayer word — will fill him with music and will lead him into victory. — Author: Kenneth E. Hagin

#83. If I could give one tip for people — it’s not an exercise or nutrition regimen. It’s to walk your talk and believe in yourself, because at the end of the day, the dumbbell and diet don’t get you in shape. It’s your accountability to your word. — Author: Brett Hoebel

#84. The great preacher Dwight Moody once quipped, «Some day you will read in the papers that D. L. Moody, of East Northfield, is dead. Don’t you believe a word of it! At that moment I shall be more alive than I am now.»1 — Author: Matt Chandler

#85. The word impossible does not exist for me. I’ve got a lot of signal flags in my flag bag, but there is not a white one in there. I am going to keep fighting until the day I die — and might keep on fighting afterward … depends on where I am. — Author: Ted Turner

#86. [On husband Phil Donahue:] The man does not know the meaning of the word tidy. He asked me one day, ‘Where are my shoes?’ So I asked him, ‘Where are my shoes?’ I don’t know what it is about men. They think that women have radar attached to our uteruses. — Author: Marlo Thomas

#87. Whenever a day comes when I can stand and preach God’s Word without an agony of anxiety lest the people will not accept Christ; whenever a day comes when I can see men and women coming down the aisles without joy in my heart, I’ll quit preaching. — Author: Billy Sunday

#88. ‘Chamalkay’ is an old Guyanese slang word. It means a ‘young mischievous girl.’ It’s not derogatory, but it isn’t over complimentary, either. It was probably a word I just Googled one day, and the song kind of played into the feel of that. — Author: Dev Hynes

#89. If you can sit at set of sun And count the deeds that you have done And counting find oneself-denying act, one word That eased the heart of him that heard. One glance most kind, Which fell like sunshine where he went, Then you may count that day well spent. — Author: Robert Browning

#90. You know that thing where you repeat a word over and over until it just sounds like utter gibberish? That’s what doing a day of press on a film is like. Ten interviews in a row, all asking pretty much the same questions until you find yourself giving pretty much the same answers. — Author: John Niven

#91. If you’re supposed to work with someone, I’d recommend not getting all hot and bothered with them the night before. The word of the day was «tense. — Author: Katherine McIntyre

#92. Spreading the word about real issues is still helping. Just being conscious of helping animals every day will help guide you to make beneficial decisions for animals. — Author: Alison Eastwood

#93. I had a dream about you. You were an escalator, and I was a flight of stairs. You thought I was a Luddite, and I thought I was as ostrich, because I hadn’t figured out how to put the fly in flight. One day you broke down, and then you saw that you and I weren’t so different after all. — Author: Dora J. Arod

#94. I did 32 years of political cartoons, one every day for six days a week, I wrote and drew every word, every line. That body of work is the one I’m proudest of. — Author: Jerry Robinson

#95. We might as well get started. Help to pass the timey-wimey. Do you have to talk like children? What is it that makes you so ashamed of being a grown-up? Oh. The way you both look at me. I’m trying to think of a better word than dread. — Author: Warrior Doctor

#96. The word ‘friend’ has become so utterly void of meaning in a world governed by social media. How can anyone truly claim to have eleven hundred friends ? In my book that would involve making time to meet at least three of them every day of the year. — Author: Alex Morritt

#97. Do not have your concert first, and then tune your instrument afterwards. Begin the day with the Word of God and prayer, and get first of all into harmony with Him. — Author: James Hudson Taylor

#98. You get yourself out there and you work hard and you hope that word of mouth kind of carries and one day somebody will actually step up to the plate and say «I believe that you can do this.» — Author: Charlize Theron

#99. And Ralph Nader, God bless him, still out there campaigning. Ralph Nader said today he has set a record for the most campaign speeches given in one day. He gave 21 speeches in one day. Of course, we have to take his word for it, because of course, there are no witnesses. — Author: Jay Leno

#100. There are no trifles in the moral universe of God. Speak me a word to-day; ? it shall go ringing on through the ages. — Author: William Morley Punshon

#1. S., a clever and truthful man, once told me the story of how he ceased to believe. On a hunting expedition, when he was already twenty-six, he once, at the place where they put up for the night, knelt down in the evening to pray — a habit retained from childhood. His elder brother, who was at the hunt with him, was lying on some hay and watching him. When S. had finished and was settling down for the night, his brother said to him: ‘So you still do that?’ They said nothing more to one another. But from that day S. ceased to say his prayers or go to church. And now he has not prayed, received communion, or gone to church, for thirty years. And this not because he knows his brother’s convictions and has joined him in them, nor because he has decided anything in his own soul, but simply because the word spoken by his brother was like the push of a finger on a wall that was ready to fall by its own weight. The word only showed that where he thought there was faith, in reality there had long been an empty space, and that therefore the utterance of words and the making of signs of the cross and genuflections while praying were quite senseless actions. Becoming conscious of their senselessness he could not continue them. — Author: Leo Tolstoy

#2. When history as the world knows it no longer exists, and there are no longer any great kings or great wars or great political machinations; when there are no histories of countries left to cherish, no more dollars; when it’s no longer the strong versus the weak, and all that’s left is the story of the great God and King, and all has been righted, and the heroes are now the missionaries and the ministers of grace — of which every believer can be — and our eyes behold Him as He truly is … words fail. That is where our heart ought to be. But we are not there. And yet, we are. Let us wait for that day, expectantly and eagerly. Let us fix our eyes on heaven, where our citizenship is held securely, where we are presently united to Christ in spirit. Only let us hold true to what we have already attained. And we will yet attain it. — Author: Matt Chandler

#3. How else do I describe what I see…what I feel? When I look at a plant, I do not see a green object. I see Life. I see energy. I see a will to exist like no other. When I see an animal, I see more than fur and bone and blood. I see Love. Love is all around us. And in us. And through us. Love is us. It is everywhere. I see it. I feel it. I hear it. I only wish all of you could, too. If you could experience what I do every moment of every day, there would be no anger, no hate, no killing. I want to share what I know with the entire universe, but my words fall on deaf ears. People go right on fighting and hating and killing. And there is nothing I can do. — Author: Simon Skiles

#4. Life was like a story: Each day a new scene and every event a new chapter, the many words and pages depicting a lifetime of memories. — Author: Lucy Arlington

#5. his consort didn’t recognize the fear that drove her to ask such questions, a fear that could be encapsulated in seven simple words that formed a vicious sentence:
Will this flaw make you reject me?
…
She knew she held Raphael’s heart, she
knew, and yet a wary, wounded part of her worried he’d change his mind one day, find her no longer worthy of loving. — Author: Nalini Singh

#6. Everything in its own time. If your time is not right now, your right now may be soon. — Author: Steven Cuoco

#7. But they that evil entreat Christ’s faithful ministers, especially in that wherein they are faithful, shall be severely punished: Matt. x. 14, 15, «And whosoever shall not receive you, nor hear your words, when ye depart out of that house or city, shake off the dust of your feet. Verily I say unto you, It shall be more tolerable for the sinners of Sodom and Gomorrah in the day of judgment, than for that city. — Author: Jonathan Edwards

#8. I’ve been waiting for you all night and day,’ she said.
Froi shivered. He realised that the words came from Quintana the ice maiden. Realised, as he felt his face heating up, that the idea of this Quintana waiting for him with excitement spoke to parts of him he believed to be dormant. And then she winked.
‘Did I do that right?’ she asked. Her smile was lopsided and he saw a glimpse of the teeth.
And Froi imagined that he would follow her to the ends of the earth. — Author: Melina Marchetta

#9. Elsewhere there are no mobile phones. Elsewhere sleep is deep and the mornings are wonderful. Elsewhere art is endless, exhibitions are free and galleries are open twenty-four hours a day. Elsewhere alcohol is a joke that everybody finds funny. Elsewhere everybody is as welcoming as they’d be if you’d come home after a very long time away and they’d really missed you. Elsewhere nobody stops you in the street and says, are you a Catholic or a Protestant, and when you say neither, I’m a Muslim, then says yeah but are you a Catholic Muslim or a Protestant Muslim? Elsewhere there are no religions. Elsewhere there are no borders. Elsewhere nobody is a refugee or an asylum seeker whose worth can be decided about by a government. Elsewhere nobody is something to be decided about by anybody. Elsewhere there are no preconceptions. Elsewhere all wrongs are righted. Elsewhere the supermarkets don’t own us. Elsewhere we use our hands for cups and the rivers are clean and drinkable. Elsewhere the words of the politicians are nourishing to the heart. Elsewhere charlatans are known for their wisdom. Elsewhere history has been kind. Elsewhere nobody would ever say the words bring back the death penalty. Elsewhere the graves of the dead are empty and their spirits fly above the cities in instinctual, shapeshifting formations that astound the eye. Elsewhere poems cancel imprisonment. Elsewhere we do time differently.
Every time I travel, I head for it. Every time I come home, I look for — Author: Ali Smith

#10. But this part of my dream, the most lovely of all, I can find no words to describe; nor can I even recall to my own mind the half of what I felt. I only know that something was given me then, some spiritual apprehension, to be again withdrawn, but to be given to us all, I believe, some day, out of his infinite love, and withdrawn no more. Every heart that had ever ached, or longed, or wandered, I knew was there, folded warm and soft, safe and glad. And it seemed in my dream that to know this was the crown of all my bliss — yes, even more than to be myself in my Father’s arms. Awake, the thought of multitude had always oppressed my mind; it did not then. From the comfort and joy it gave me to see them there, I seemed then first to know how my own heart had ached for them. — Author: George MacDonald

#11. All those who die in the Lord, will rise in the resurrection day. — Author: Lailah Gifty Akita

#12. 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. — Author: Nikki Rowe

#13. We don’t know each other, but I know that you must be very special. I can’t be there today, to watch my baby boy promise his love to you, but there are a few things that I think I might say to you if I were.

First, thank you for loving my son. Of all my boys, Travis is the most tender hearted. He is also the strongest. He will love you with everything he has for as long as you let him. Tragedies in life sometimes change us, but some things never change. A boy without a mother is a very curious creature. If Travis is anything like his father, and I know that he is, he’s a deep ocean of fragility, protected by a thick wall of swear words and feigned indifference. A Maddox boy will take you all the way to the edge, but if you go with him, he’ll follow you anywhere.

I wish more than anything that I could be there today. I wish I could see his face when he takes this step with you, and that I could stand there with my husband and experience this day with all of you. I think that’s one of the things I’ll miss the most. But today isn’t about me. You reading this letter means that my son loves you. And when a Maddox boy falls in love, he loves forever.
Please give my baby boy a kiss for me. My wish for both of you is that the biggest fight you have is over who is the most forgiving.

Love,
Diane — Author: Jamie McGuire

#14. Meanwhile the Viscount of Sylvania, who could no longer walk, now seldom left his castle. His friends and his family were with him all day, and he could own up to the most blameworthy folly, the most absurd extravagance, state the most flagrant paradox, or imply the most shocking fault without his kinsmen reproaching him or his friends joking or disagreeing with him. It was as if they had tacitly absolved him of any responsibility for his deeds and words. Above all they seemed to be trying to keep him from hearing the last sounds, to muffle with sweetness, if not drown out with tenderness, the final creakings of his body, from which life was ebbing. — Author: Marcel Proust

#15. I hope you take the courage to pursue your dreams. I wish that you will have the determination to start the best day of your life everyday. — Author: Diana Rose Morcilla

#16. We live in a time when the words impossible and unsolvable are no longer part of the scientific community’s vocabulary. Each day we move closer to trials that will not just minimize the symptoms of disease and injury but eliminate them. — Author: Christopher Reeve

#17. God, it’s been a terrible idea the whole time, hasn’t it? What are we even doing?» His smile is slow, but it carries a promise behind it — absolute, unspeakable joy. «Falling in love.» «Oh.» The words warm places I’d forgotten were chilled. I touch my thumb to his lips and trace that smile, dizzy with the realization that this is real. This is my life. And there are no secrets left to ruin it. «Are we going to keep doing it?» «Yes.» He leans closer, until his breath kisses my lips. «Every second of every day. — Author: Joelle Knox

#18. One day I will
say
the gift I once had
has been taken,
the place I have
made for myself
belongs to another,
and the words I have sung
are being sung by the ones
I would want.

Then I will be ready
for that voice
and the still silence
in which it arrives.

And if my faith is good
then we’ll meet again
on the road
and we’ll be thirsty,
and stop
and laugh
and drink together again
from the deep well
of things as they are.

… — Author: David Whyte

#19. You want to know what you mean to me, Kam?’ His lips trail down the curve of my neck.’Every day I wonder when your human life will end, and it scares the hell out of me. ‘ His words are hot on my skin. ‘You make me wish I didn’t have forever. — Author: Elizabeth May

#20. The ultimate test of man’s conscience may be his willingness to sacrifice something today for future generations whose words of thanks will not be heard. — Author: Gaylord Nelson

#21. To all the staff members that take care of us every single day, From Donnie Strack, to Joe Sharpe, Tony Katz, Dave Bliss, Josh Longstaff, Will, Wilson, St, Mark, Dwight, I could down the line, All you guys have made me a better player. I wish I had a Sharpie, So I could write all your names on here ‘Cause you had a hand on this. You made me believe in myself. You made me a better person, A better player. Your words of encouragement, Your love, Your positivity, Got me through. And I thank you guys. — Author: Kevin Durant

#22. To overcome something great you must first learn to overcome your own fears. — Author: Nikki Rowe

#23. Understand: people judge you by appearances, the image you project through your
actions, words, and style. If you do not take control of this process, then people will see
and define you the way they want to, often to your detriment. You might think that
being consistent with this image will make others respect and trust you, but in fact it is
the opposite — over time you seem predictable and weak. Consistency is an illusion
anyway — each passing day brings changes within you. You must not be afraid to
express these evolutions. The powerful learn early in life that they have the freedom to
mold their image, fitting the needs and moods of the moment. In this way, they keep
others off balance and maintain an air of mystery. You must follow this path and find
great pleasure in reinventing yourself, as if you were the author writing your own
drama — Author: 50 Cent

#24. Words were originally magic, and the word retains much of its old magical power even to-day. With words one man can make another blessed, or drive him to despair; by words the teacher transfers his knowledge to the pupil; by words the speaker sweeps his audience with him and determines its judgments and decisions. Words call forth effects and are the universal means of influencing human beings. — Author: Sigmund Freud

#25. Stop in the middle of a sentence, leaving a rough edge for you to start from the nest day — that way, you can write three or five words without being «creative» and before you know it, you’re writing. — Author: Cory Doctorow

#26. Taqwā means to protect oneself against the harmful or evil consequences of one’s conduct. If, then, by «fear of God» one means fear of the consequences of one’s actions — whether in this world or the next (fear of punishment of the Last Day) — one is absolutely right. In other words, it is the fear that comes from an acute sense of responsibility, here and in the hereafter, and not the fear of a wolf or of an uncanny tyrant, for the God of the Qur’ān has unbounded mercy — although He also wields dire punishment, both in this world and in the hereafter. — Author: Fazlur Rahman

#27. Father, One day, a woman walked into my life. I hurt her deeply with the harshest words possible. I pushed her away as much as I could. But, she still came back to me. She is so much like me; I look at myself often when I look at her. She has the physical wounds that I have. The tears that fill my brain are flowing through her heart as well. I gave her those wounds. I made her cry. I should not have met her. I should not have allowed her to come into the life of a guy like me. Father, I’m regretting it. This is the first time … that I have ever regretted anything in my life. — Author: Ma-Roo

#28. When Vince was through talking that day, one of the grand jurors said, «Explain to me, to all of us, why in the world didn’t you at some time go to Mrs. Reinert and warn her?» And by now Vince knew he’d spend the rest of his life being asked that question. And by now he knew that even when the words were not being uttered, the eyes were asking it. — Author: Joseph Wambaugh

#29. In 2009, School Administrator magazine asked Hall to relate her «biggest blooper.» It was, she said, «when a staff member planned a team-building exercise at our senior team retreat to play miniature golf at day’s end, only to find out it was actually 18 holes of regular night golf. Most of us were not golfers and were not happy with the surprise.» Her blunder, in other words, was leaving the details in the hands of an underling. — Author: Anonymous

#30. You and I happen to one another every day,
Run. Collide. Disseminate. Scatter. Float. Under the melted atom.
But did not react and were not ashed away.
Every day, we happen to each other,
To anticipate the lost words of a half-burned paper.
To salvage our shattered bits of heart. — Author: Nishikant

#31. During the 1980s, in California, a large number of Cambodian women went to their doctors with the same complaint: they could not see. The women were all war refugees. Before fleeing their homeland, they had witnessed the atrocities for which the Khmer Rouge, which had been in power from 1975 to 1979, was well known. Many of the women had been raped or tortured or otherwise brutalized. Most had seen family members murdered in front of them. One woman, who never again saw her husband and three children after soldiers came and took them away, said that she had lost her sight after having cried every day for four years. She was not the only one who appeared to have cried herself blind. Others suffered from blurred or partial vision, their eyes troubled by shadows and pains.

The doctors examined the women — about a hundred and fifty in all — found that their eyes were normal. Further tests showed that their brains were normal as well. If the women were telling the truth — and there were some who doubted this, who thought the women might be malingering because they wanted attention or were hoping to collect disability — the only explanation was psychosomatic blindness.

In other words, the women’s minds, forced to take in so much horror and unable to take more, had managed to turn out the lights. — Author: Sigrid Nunez

#32. When you sit down to write a book about sex, as we hope you one day will, you will discover that centuries of censorship have left us with very little adequate language with which to discuss the joys and occasional worries of sex. The language that we do have often carries implicit judgments: If the only polite way to talk about sexuality is in medical Latin — vulvas and pudendas, penes and testes — are only doctors allowed to talk about sex? Is sex all about disease? Meanwhile, most of the originally English words — cock and cunt, fucking, and, oh yes, slut — have been used as insults to degrade people and their sexuality and often have a hostile or coarse feel to them. Euphemisms — peepees and pussies, jade gates and mighty towers — sound as if we are embarrassed. Maybe we are. — Author: Dossie Easton

#33. But the real life of a writer resides in showing up at the keyboard every day, with the necessary patience and mercy, and making the best decisions you can on behalf of your people. It’s a slow process. It often feels hopeless, more like an affliction than an art form.
Most of us will have to find our readers one by one, in other words, and against considerable resistance. If anything qualifies us as heroic, it’s that private perpetual struggle.
Put down the magazine, soldier. Forget about the other guy. Remember who you are. — Author: Steve Almond

#34. One line of King’s speech in particular — that one day he might be judged by the content of his character and not the color of his skin — was seized upon by the white public because the words were seen to provide a simple and immediate solution to racial tensions: pretend that we don’t see race, and racism will end. Color blindness was now promoted as the remedy for racism, with white people insisting that they didn’t see race or, if they did, that it had no meaning to them. — Author: Robin DiAngelo

#35. I actually do have a motto,» said Heat. «It’s ‘Never forget who you work for.'» And as she voiced the words, Nikki felt a creeping unease. It wasn’t exactly shame, but it was close. For the first time it sounded hollow. Fake. Why? She examined herself, trying to see what was different. The stress, that was new. And when she looked at that, she recognized that the hardest part of her day lately was working to avoid confrontation with Captain Montrose. That’s when it came to her. In that moment, sitting nearly naked in Rook’s living room, playing some silly nineteenth-century parlor game, she came to an unexpected insight. In that moment Nikki woke up and saw with great clarity who she had become — and who she had stopped being. Without noticing it, Heat had begun seeing herself as working for her captain and had lost sight of her guiding principle, that she worked for the victim. — Author: Richard Castle

#36. Erica,» his voice was soft and soothing. «Since the very first time I saw you, you’ve kept me tied in knots. It took me a month to get the nerve to talk to you. Was it love at first sight? Maybe not love, but it was definitely the recognition of a soul mate. Every day I have spent with you has done nothing but solidify that bond. I haven’t said the words because you seemed so intent on taking things slow. But I really thought you knew how I felt. I thought it was obvious. — Author: Melissa Hale

#37. Eyes whose color I would never be able to fully describe, even if I someday learn the words. The best I can do is compare it to things I do know: the heavy thickness of red gold, the smell of brass on a hot day, desire and pride. — Author: N.K. Jemisin

#38. For attractive lips, speak words of kindness.
For lovely eyes, seek out the good in people.
For a slim figure, share your food with the hungry.
For beautiful hair, let a child run his fingers through it once a day.
For poise, walk with the knowledge you’ll never walk alone.
…
We leave you a tradition with a future.
The tender loving care of human beings will never become obsolete.
People even more than things have to be restored, renewed, revived, reclaimed and redeemed and redeemed and redeemed.
Never throw out anybody.
Remember, if you ever need a helping hand, you’ll find one at the end of your arm.
As you grow older, you will discover that you have two hands: one for helping yourself, the other for helping others.
Your «good old days» are still ahead of you, may you have many of them. — Author: Sam Levenson

#39. On the broad spectrum of solitude, I lean toward the extreme end: I work alone, as well as live alone, so I can pass an entire day without uttering so much as a hello to another human being. Sometimes a day’s conversation consists of only five words, uttered at the local Starbucks: ‘Large coffee with milk, please.’ — Author: Caroline Knapp

#40. Be careful of the words you say; And keep them soft and sweet; For you never know from day to day, Which ones you’ll have to eat. — Author: Henriette Eiby Christensen

#41. Grinning wickedly,Jai ceased tickling her and tugged her roughly against him,his arms tight around her waist.»You gonna watch that mouth of yours?»
«You watch it,»she replied saucily.
His expression almost solemn now,Jai leaned down to kiss her,his words whispering across her mouth before their lips touched,»Oh I’ve been watching it since the day I first saw you. — Author: Samantha Young

#42. Take courage and confess your sin, says Luther, do not try to run away from it, but believe more boldly still. You are a sinner, so be a sinner, and don’t try to become what you are not. Yes, and become a sinner again and again every day, and be bold about it. But to whom can such words be addressed, except to those who from the bottom of their hearts make a daily renunciation of sin and of every barrier which hinders them from following Christ, but who nevertheless are troubled by their daily faithlessness and sin? Who can hear these words without endangering his faith but he who hears their consolation as a renewed summons to follow Christ? — Author: Dietrich Bonhoeffer

#43. The day will come
When my body no longer exists
But in the lines of this poem
I will never let you be alone
The day will come
When my voice is no longer heard
But within the words of this poem
I will continue to watch over you
The day will come
When my dreams are no longer known
But in the spaces found in the letters of this poem
I will never tired of looking for you — Author: Sapardi Djoko Damono

#44. Dancer finds me the next day as I practice my Aureate accent in the penthouse’s holomirror. I can see a three-dimensional depiction of my head in front of me. The teeth move strangely, catching my tongue as I try to roll my words. I am still becoming used to my body, even months after the last of the surgeries. My teeth are larger than I initially thought them. It also doesn’t help that the Goldbrows speak as though they’ve had golden shovels stuck up their bloodydamn stinkholes. So I find it easier to speak like one if I see that I am one. The arrogance comes easier. — Author: Pierce Brown

#45. You can’t get caught up in perfect. It’s not about what the paddle says. If you immerse yourself every single day for three months in this journey, you’re going to grow. You’re going to learn stuff about yourself; you’re going to overcome your obstacle—be it physical or emotional. That’s what’s important.
But I want to be 100 percent honest here: there are days when I’m freaking out and I don’t have the answers. I get frustrated, but I try and see it as a temporary situation and a separate entity from who I am. I step away from it. I’ve learned a ton about myself and how to manage myself and my expectations. There have been days when I’ve said to my partner, «I need you to help me today.» I put them in the teacher role, and they wind up giving me the pep talk: «We can do this, Derek. We can do it.» They’re saying it, they’re doing it, they’re believing it.
Before DWTS, my work was instinctual and internal. It was something I could never put into words. But being a teacher forced me to dissect what I was doing and explain it. Some partners I could be really tough with and they’d respond to me. Others would shut down. If I got a little intense with Jennifer Grey, it was counterproductive, because she would block me out. But if I did this to Maria Menounos, she would get a fire in her belly and try harder. I have to learn to adjust myself to cater to each partner’s needs and style of learning. If the look I get from her is deer in the headlights, I know I am on the wr — Author: Derek Hough

#46. It’s a weird thing, writing.

Sometimes you can look out across what you’re writing, and it’s like looking out over a landscape on a glorious, clear summer’s day. You can see every leaf on every tree, and hear the birdsong, and you know where you’ll be going on your walk.

And that’s wonderful.

Sometimes it’s like driving through fog. You can’t really see where you’re going. You have just enough of the road in front of you to know that you’re probably still on the road, and if you drive slowly and keep your headlamps lowered you’ll still get where you were going.

And that’s hard while you’re doing it, but satisfying at the end of a day like that, where you look down and you got 1500 words that didn’t exist in that order down on paper, half of what you’d get on a good day, and you drove slowly, but you drove.

And sometimes you come out of the fog into clarity, and you can see just what you’re doing and where you’re going, and you couldn’t see or know any of that five minutes before.

And that’s magic. — Author: Neil Gaiman

#47. I do not know why it matters that I should tell the truth to myself at night, why it should matter that the truth should be spoken at least once in the world. Because the world is a place of silence, the sky at night when the birds have gone is a vast silent place. Words will make the slightest difference to the sky at night. They will not brighten it or make it less strange. And the day too has its own deep indifference to anything that is said. — Author: Colm Toibin

#48. As subjects, we all live in suspense, from day to day, from hour to hour; in other words, we are the hero of our own story. We cannot believe that it is finished, that we are ‘finished,’ even though we may say so; we expect another chapter, another installment, tomorrow or next week. — Author: Mary McCarthy

#49. Our spiritual traditions have carried virtues across time. They are tools for the art of living. They are pieces of intelligence about human behavior that neuroscience is now exploring with new words and images: what we practice, we become. What’s true of playing the piano or throwing a ball also holds for our capacity to move through the world mindlessly and destructively or generously and gracefully. I’ve come to think of virtues and rituals as spiritual technologies for being our best selves in flesh and blood, time and space. There are superstar virtues that come most readily to mind and can be the work of a day or a lifetime — love, compassion, forgiveness. And there are gentle shifts of mind and habit that make those possible, working patiently through the raw materials of our lives. — Author: Krista Tippett

#50. So much held in a heart in a lifetime. So much held in a heart in a day, an hour, a moment. We are utterly open with no one, in the end — not mother and father, not wife or husband, not lover, not child, not friend. We open windows to each but we live alone in the house of the heart. Perhaps we must. Perhaps we could not bear to be so naked, for fear of a constantly harrowed heart. When young we think there will come one person who will savor and sustain us always; when we are older we know this is the dream of a child, that all hearts finally are bruised and scarred, scored and torn, repaired by time and will, patched by force of character, yet fragile and rickety forevermore, no matter how ferocious the defense and how many bricks you bring to the wall. You can brick up your heart as stout and tight and hard and cold and impregnable as you possibly can and down it comes in an instant, felled by a woman’s second glance, a child’s apple breath, the shatter of glass in the road, the words ‘I have something to tell you,’ a cat with a broken spine dragging itself into the forest to die, the brush of your mother’s papery ancient hand in a thicket of your hair, the memory of your father’s voice early in the morning echoing from the kitchen where he is making pancakes for his children. — Author: Brian Doyle

#51. Nobody has ever understood where they are at on their path in life, by looking at where other people are at. The only way to understand where you are at, is to look back at where you came from, at your journey, at your struggles, your hindrances and your victorious towers! The only way to not get lost on your map of life is to see the track that you have built and that you have been on up to this day. Nobody has ever come to understand their purpose by looking at the map in someone else’s hands. — Author: C. JoyBell C.

#52. And I pray thee, loving Jesus, that as Thou hast graciously given me to drink in with delight the words of Thy knowledge, so Thou wouldst mercifully grant me to attain one day to Thee, the fountain of all wisdom and to appear forever before Thy face. — Author: Venerable Bede

#53. The office Halloween party was at the Royalton last week and I went as a mass murderer, complete with a sign painted on my back that read MASS MURDERER (which was decidedly lighter than the sandwich board I had constructed earlier that day that read DRILLER KILLER), and beneath those two words I had written in blood Yep, that’s me and the suit was also covered with blood, some of it fake, most of it real. In one fist I clenched a hank of Victoria Bell’s hair, and pinned next to my boutonniere (a small white rose) was a finger bone I’d boiled the flesh off of. As elaborate as my costume was, Craig McDermott still managed to win first place in the competition. He came as Ivan Boesky, which I thought was unfair since a lot of people thought I’d gone as Michael Milken last year. The Patty Winters Show this morning was about Home Abortion Kits. — Author: Bret Easton Ellis

#54. There is no pain and there are no sorrows. They no longer have permission to live in my today or my tomorrow. — Author: Steven Cuoco

#55. I whispered to him,
You’ll regret it if you let me go.
I don’t wait for a man, if he’s not willing to grow’
He didn’t believe me, he made his choice
&
That was the last time, he ever heard my voice. — Author: Nikki Rowe

#56. Anna told me I would understand about boys one day.
She said that everything would change and I would look at them differently, assess their bodies and their words, the way their eyes moved when they talked to me. She said I’d not only want to answer them but that I’d learn how, knowing which words to use, how to give meaning to a pause.
Then a man took her.
A man took her before I learned any of these things. He took her and kept her for a while, put things inside of her. Of course the obvious thing, but also some others, like he was curious if they’d fit. Then he got bored. Then he got creative.
Then my sister was gone and I thought: I understand about boys now.
And she was right. Everything did change. I look at them differently and I assess their bodies and watch their eyes and weigh their words.
But not in the way she meant. — Author: Mindy McGinnis

#57. It takes about four days of virtuous living to create a little weight loss. That also happens to be the time required to get used to eating less. In other words, if you can get past day three of a fitness regimen, things improve. — Author: Martha Beck

#58. I’ve thought of you every day.» He watched as I wiped the tears from my face. «Fiske’s father gave me a choice to be traded back to the Aska, Eelyn.»
«What?» I could feel the words prying my mind open.
«I couldn’t go. I couldn’t leave this place.» He reached to take my hand. «The path of my soul has taken a turn, just as yours has.»
«This is not the same.» I glowered at him. «I want to go home.»
«I know. But you will never be the same. You will never be the same person you were.» He paused. «You are seeing the truth. I see you thinking it, everyday.»
«What truth?»
«That they’re like us.»
I put my face into my hands, trying to escape what he was saying. Because it made me feel like the world was turned sideways. Like everything I’d ever been taught didn’t fit into the shape of this world.
«What are you thinking now?»
The weight of it fell from my head, down into the rest of my body. The words were small but they were true. «I’m thinking that I wish you’d died that day. — Author: Adrienne Young

#59. I don’t have many hours in a day, as I’m essentially a single parent. But fortunately, I’m a really fast writer. My goal is usually 10 pages a day. Sometimes more, sometimes less, but by the end of the week, I aim for at least 10,000 words. — Author: Michelle Gagnon

#60. Surely the greatest mercy granted us by Providence is our ignorance of the future. Imagine if we knew the outcome of our hopes and plans, or could see the manner in which we are doomed to die — how ruined our lives would be! Instead we live on dumbly from day to day as happily as animals. But all things must come to dust eventually. No human being, no system, no age is impervious to this law; everything beneath the stars will perish; the hardest rock will be worn away. Nothing endures but words. — Author: Robert Harris

#61. I open the book and turn to the next page. Day three.
I started screaming today.
And those four words hit me harder than the worst kind of physical pain. — Author: Tahereh Mafi

#62. All the great words, it seemed to Connie were cancelled, for her generation: love, joy, happiness, home, mother, father, husband, all these great, dynamic words were half dead now and dying from day to day. — Author: D.H. Lawrence

#63. There will be other words some other day; that is the story of my life. — Author: Billy Joel

#64. To be like Christ. To displace self from the inner throne, and to enthrone Him; to make not the slightest compromise with the smallest sin. We aim at nothing less than to walk with God all day long, to abide every hour in Christ and He and His words in us, to love God with all the heart and our neighbor as ourselves…It is possible to cast every care on Him daily, and to be at peace amidst pressure, to see the will of God in everything, to put away ALL bitterness and clamor and evil speaking, daily and hourly. It is possibly by unreserved resort to divine power under divine conditions to become strongest through and through at our weakest point. — Author: Handley Moule

#65. Perhaps it would have been easier if I said that not being able to find something is like suddenly not remembering the words to your favorite song that you knew by heart. It’s like suddenly forgetting the name of someone you know really well and see every day, or the name of a television show you watched for years. It’s something so frustrating that it plays on your mind over and over again because you know there’s an answer but no one can tell you it. It niggles and niggles at me and I can’t rest until I know the answers. — Author: Cecelia Ahern

#66. The universe is but a tenement
of all things visible. Darkness and day
the passing guests of Time.
Life slips away,
a dream of little joy and mean content.

Ah! wise the old philosophers who sought
To lengthen their long sunsets among flowers,
By stealing the young night’s unsullied hours
And the dim moments with sweet burdens fraught.

And now Spring beckons me with verdant hand,
And Nature’s wealth of eloquence doth win
Forth to the fragrant-bowered nectarine,
Where my dear friends abide, a careless band.

There meet my gentle, matchless brothers, there
I come, the obscure poet, all unfit
To wear the radiant jewelry of wit,
And in their golden presence cloud the air.
And while the thrill of meeting lingers, soon
As the first courtly words, the feast is spread,
While, couched on flowers ‘mid wine-cups flashing red,
We drink deep draughts unto The Lady Moon.

Then as without the touch of verse divine
There is no outlet for the pent-up soul,
‘Twas ruled that he who quaffed no fancy’s bowl
Should drain the «Golden Valley» cups of wine — Author: Li Bai

#67. When we recall the great influence which Spenser’s poetry has exerted on English poets who have lived and written since his day, we can clearly see how the two kinds of Platonism — a direct Platonism, and a Platonism long ago transmuted and worked right down into the emotions of common people by the passionate Christianity of the Dark and Middle Ages — combined to beget the infinite suggestiveness which is now contained in such words as ‘love’ and ‘beauty’. Let us remember, then, that every time we abuse these terms, or use them too lightly, we are draining them of their power; every time a society journalist or a film producer exploits this vast suggestiveness to tickle a vanity or dignify a lust, he is squandering a great pile of spiritual capital which has been laid up by centuries of weary effort. — Author: Owen Barfield

#68. Maybe one day the words will pour out like so many others, easy and smooth and on their own. Right now they take pieces of me with them. — Author: Victoria Schwab

#69. Jason felt all the blood drain out of his face. He stood there as the reality of Mitch’s words hit him hard. One day it would be another man Haley would talk to, watch games with, or just sit in absolute peaceful silence while they worked or ate, and worst of all it would be another man holding Haley in his arms at night.
‘Fuck … ,’ he gasped.
‘Oh great, you broke him! Are you happy now?’ Brad demanded. ‘Come on, buddy, we’ll get you fixed up with a cold beer and a plate of hot wings. How does that sound? Does that sound good?’ Numbly, Jason nodded. — Author: R.L. Mathewson

#70. I wish I could say it was just the skirts, that I chafed only at the expectations of manners, but it wasn’t that Puck, it was language, the words, the feel of them. I never knew words could be so sharp, until the wrong ones cut me. But they weren’t always wrong, that’s the worst of it; some days I revelled in being called lady, but then that day would pass, the sun would rise and fall again, and the same name felt like a collar, bringing me to heel; or else a corset, squeezing me into wrongish shapes for the adoration of strangers. — Author: Foz Meadows

#71. Even though you read much Zen literature, you must read each sentence with a fresh mind. You should not say, «I know what Zen is,» or «I have attained enlightenment.» This is also the real secret of the arts: always be a beginner.»
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«When you are sitting in the middle of your own problem, which is more real to you: your problem or you yourself? The awareness that you are here, right now, is the ultimate fact. «
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«Knowing that your life is short, to enjoy it day after day, moment after moment, is the life of «form is form and emptiness is emptiness.»
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«You may feel as if you are doing something special, but actually it is only the expression of your true nature; it is the activity which appeases your inmost desire. But as long as you think you are practicing zazen for the sake of something, that is not true practice.»
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«The most important thing is to forget all gaining ideas, all dualistic ideas. In other words, just practice zazen in a certain posture. — Author: Shunryu Suzuki

#72. He grabbed my arm. «Wait. You’re mad?»
I yanked my coat from his grip. «You know … I don’t even know why I’m surprised.»
His eyebrows pulled in. «I can’t win with you. I can’t win with you! You say you’re done … I’m fucking miserable over here! I had to break my phone into a million pieces to keep from calling you every minute of the damn day-I’ve had to play it off like everything is just fine at school so you can be happy … and you’re fucking mad at me? You broke my fuckin’ heart!» His last words echoed into the night. — Author: Jamie McGuire

#73. «Repeat that?»
«It’s National Talk Like a Pirate Day. Didn’t you know?»
«Somehow I missed the memo.»
«You mean, ‘Somehow I missed the memo, arrr!'»
«Precisely. Arr. So, Mrs. Jack … Er, is that still your name? Or, I tremble to ask, have you adopted a pirate identity?»
«Arr, matey, of course I have! It’s … » She pulled an eggplant from the grocery bag. «Captain Eggplantier.» She needed to stop speaking the first words that popped into her mind.
«Captain Eggplanteir.» He sounded very doubtful.
«That’s right. A family name. It’s Belgian. — Author: Shannon Hale

#74. It is surely obvious by now that the authorities whether political, administrative, corporate, scientific, academic or media mislead us all the time either by themselves being misled or by downright lies. I don’t mean little ones, either, but enormous distortions of truth and reality. By far the safest filter system is to believe nothing The System tells us until it proves worthy of acceptance, and with every day that passes this gets less and less likely — with whoppers becoming ever more whopping. Keep asking the question ‘Who benefits?’ — Who benefits from me believing what they are telling me? Remember that words don’t change the world only outcomes do. The outcome will invariably tell you who was behind events that justified or led to the outcome and you can see the process at an earlier stage by asking when an event happens — what will be the outcome if I believe what they are telling me? — Author: David Icke

#75. J..You are the love of my life..of my forever. Words cannot express what you mean to me, but i’ll tell you a hundred times a day for the rest of my life. I love you. R — Author: Kahlen Aymes

#76. Nothing in the world matters if you don’t matter. — Author: Steven Cuoco

#77. In early youth, as we contemplate our coming life, we are like children in a theatre before the curtain is raised, sitting there in high spirits and eagerly waiting for the play to begin. It is a blessing that we do not know what is really going to happen. Could we foresee it, there are times when children might seem like innocent prisoners, condemned, not to death, but to life, and as yet all unconscious of what their sentence means. Nevertheless, every man desires to reach old age; in other words, a state of life of which it may be said: «It is bad to-day, and it will be worse to-morrow; and so on till the worst of all.» If — Author: Arthur Schopenhauer

#78. On the fifth [day] Arnom came to me, himself weeping, and I knew his tidings without words. And this is a strange folly, that what seemed to me worst of all was that Bardia had died without ever hearing what it would have shamed him to hear. It seemed to me that all would be bearable if, once only, I could have gone to him and whispered in his ear, ‘Bardia, I loved you. — Author: C.S. Lewis

#79. In that book which is my memory,
On the first page of the chapter that is the day when I first met you,
Appear the words, ‘Here begins a new life’. — Author: Dante Alighieri

#80. Above all, believe. Cultivate your swagger. Make this your new religion: You are funny and talented, and you’re going to try something new. This is the exact right time for that. This is the most important year of your life, and for once you are NOT going to let yourself down. If you fall down and feel depressed, you will get back up. If you feel lethargic and scared, you will try something else: a new routine, a new roommate situation, a healthier diet. You will read books about comedy. You will work tirelessly and take pride in your tireless work. And you will take time every few hours to stop and say to yourself, «Look at me. I’m doing it. I’m chasing my dream. I am following my calling.» It doesn’t matter if your dreams come true, if agents swoon and audiences cheer. Trust me on that: It truly doesn’t matter. What matters is the feeling that you’re doing it, every day. What matters is the work — diving in, feeling your way in the dark, finding the words, trusting yourself, embracing your weird voice, celebrating your quirks on the page, believing in all of it. What matters is the feeling that you’re not following someone else around, that you’re not half-assing this, that you’re not waiting for something to happen, that you’re not waiting for your whole life to start.

What matters is you, all alone at your desk at five in the morning. I write this from my own desk at five in the morning, my favorite place, a place where I know who I am and what I’m meant to ac — Author: Heather Havrilesky

#81. It takes a strong individual to live passionately, and with having quality in their conviction, that sets the results one achieves. — Author: Steven Cuoco

#82. You’ve made it impossible for me to read a book in peace. When you’re not here, I just gaze at the words until they tumble off the page into a puddle in my lap. Instead of reading, I sit there and review the hours of the day I spent in your company, and I am more charmed by that story than anything the author has scribbled down. I have never been lonely in my life, but you have made me lonely. When you are gone, I am a moping ruin. I thought I understood the world fairly well. But you have made it all mysterious again. And it’s unnerving and frightening and wonderful, and I want it to continue. I want all your mysteries. — Author: Josiah Bancroft

#83. Beauty

Void lay the world, in nothingness concealed,
Without a trace of light or life revealed,
Save one existence which second knew-
Unknown the pleasant words of We and You.
Then Beauty shone, from stranger glances free,
Seen of herself, with naught beside to see,
With garments pure of stain, the fairest flower
Of virgin loveliness in bridal bower.
No combing hand had smoothed a flowing tress,
No mirror shown her eyes their loveliness
No surma dust those cloudless orbs had known,
To the bright rose her cheek no bulbul flown.
No heightening hand had decked the rose with green,
No patch or spot upon that cheek was seen.
No zephyr from her brow had fliched a hair,
No eye in thought had seen the splendour there.
Her witching snares in solitude she laid,
And love’s sweet game without a partner played.
But when bright Beauty reigns and knows her power
She springs indignant from her curtained bower.
She scorns seclusion and eludes the guard,
And from the window looks if doors be barred.
See how the tulip on the mountain grown
Soon as the breath of genial Spring has blown,
Bursts from the rock, impatient to display
Her nascent beauty to the eye of day.
When sudden to thy soul reflection brings
The precious meaning of mysterious things,
Thou canst not drive the thought from out thy brain;
Speak, hear thou must, for silence is suc — Author: Nūr Ad-Dīn ‘Abd Ar-Rahmān Jāmī

#84. The way Woody Allen directs, there isn’t a lot of direction. He kind of might give a few gentle suggestions, but he really says right from the first day, «Just make it sound natural, and if you don’t like something, put it in your own words.» And [Woody Allen] gives you a lot of freedom and just very polite. — Author: Owen Wilson

#85. Yes, my mind was wandering. I wished I were there with someone who could bring peace to my heart someone with whom I could spend a little time without being afraid that i would lose him the next day. With that reassurance, the time would pass more slowly. We could be silent for a while because we’d know we had the rest of our lives together for conversation. I wouldn’t have to worry about serious matters, about difficult decisions and hard words. — Author: Paulo Coelho

#86. The heavens are telling the glory of God; and the firmament proclaims his handiwork. Day to day pours forth speech, and night to night declares knowledge. There is no speech, nor are there words; their voice is not heard; yet their voice goes out through all the earth, and their words to the end of the world. In them he has set a tent for the sun, which comes forth like a bridegroom leaving his chamber, and like a strong man runs its course with joy. Its rising is from the end of the heavens, and its circuit to the end of them; and there is nothing hid from its heat. (Ps 19:1-6) — Author: J. Budziszewski

#87. I have a dream that one day the state of Alabama, whose governor’s lips are presently dripping with the words of interposition and nullification, will be transformed into a situation where little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls and walk together as sisters and brothers. I have a dream today. I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight, and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together. This is our hope. This is the faith with which I return to the South. With this faith we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day. — Author: Martin Luther King Jr.

#88. Our higher officials are fond as a rule of nonplussing their subordinates; the methods to which they have recourse to attain that end are rather various. The following means, among others, is in great vogue, ‘is quite a favourite,’ as the English say; a high official suddenly ceases to understand the simplest words, assuming total deafness. He will ask, for instance, What’s to-day?’ He is respectfully informed, ‘To-day’s Friday, your Ex-s-s-s-lency.’ ‘Eh? What? What’s that? What do you say?’ the great man repeats with intense attention. ‘To-day’s Friday, your Ex — s — s — lency.’ ‘Eh? What? What’s Friday? What Friday?’ ‘Friday, your Ex — s — s — s — lency, the day of the week.’ ‘What, do you pretend to teach me, eh? — Author: Ivan Turgenev

#89. Isn’t it so weird how the number of dead people is increasing even though the earth stays the same size, so that one day there isn’t going to be room to bury anyone anymore? For my ninth birthday last year, Grandma gave me a subscription to National Geographic, which she calls «the National Geographic.» She also gave me a white blazer, because I only wear white clothes, and it’s too big to wear so it will last me a long time. She also gave me Grandpa’s camera, which I loved for two reasons. I asked why he didn’t take it with him when he left her. She said, «Maybe he wanted you to have it.»
I said, «But I was negative-thirty years old.» She said, «Still.» Anyway, the fascinating thing was that I read in National Geographic that there are more people alive now than have died in all of human history. In other words, if everyone wanted to play Hamlet at once, they couldn’t, because there aren’t enough skulls! — Author: Jonathan Safran Foer

#90. As I say, the happiness with which the pleasure-seekers gathering on this pier greeted this small event would tend to vouch for the correctness of my companion’s words; for a great many people, the evening is the most enjoyable part of the day. Perhaps, then, there is something to his advice that I should cease looking back so much, that I should adopt a more positive outlook and try to make the best of what remains of my day. — Author: Kazuo Ishiguro

#91. The pain of regret is far worse than the pain of discipline.

We will never have the anointing, the ministry or the revivals of our heroes if we don’t become as disciplined as they were. They went to bed early to get up early to pray, and they fasted for days on end.

We shouldn’t just pray to mark it off of our lists or read a few chapters of our Bible each day to keep up with the church Bible reading chart. We must have a deeper purpose for doing these tasks.

Discipline without direction is drudgery. In other words, discipline has to have a purpose to drive it each and every day.

The price for spiritual change is expensive, but the rewards are far greater.

The world’s ways, ideologies, and influence cannot be present in a life dedicated to Jesus because consecration’s purpose is for us to be different from the world. And, for that matter, if we are separate from the world, then sin must not be a part of our lives either. Sin ruins a life of consecration.

It would be a shame to believe that holiness is nothing more than rules or guidelines we are to live by. Holiness and consecration flow from a life given to the spiritual disciplines, a life we can only maintain by continuing to seek for Him daily.

Your pursuit will never be greater than your disciplines.

No man is greater than his prayer life.

Even though Jesus requires us to pray, praying is not to be done out of duty, but it — Author: Nathan Whitley

#92. You are worthy! Let those words sink deep into your heart. You are worthy. Life can get overwhelming for us, as our busy schedules keep us on our toes. Sometimes we forget that we need to intentionally slow down, take a deep breath, and remind ourselves of our purpose, the very foundation of why we do what we do. When we neglect to quiet our souls and rest in God’s amazing grace, we miss out on the intimate opportunities where God assures us of our worthiness, clarifies our purpose, and strengthens us to endure each day. — Author: Jennifer Smith

#93. You think me foolish to call instruction a torment, but if you had been as much used as myself to hear poor little children first learning their letters and then learning to spell, if you had ever seen how stupid they can be for a whole morning together, and how tired my poor mother is at the end of it, as I am in the habit of seeing almost every day of my life at home, you would allow that to torment and to instruct might sometimes be used as synonymous words. — Author: Jane Austen

#94. The jovial party broke up next morning. Breakings-up are capital things in our school-days, but in after life they are painful enough. Death, self-interest, and fortune’s changes, are every day breaking up many a happy group, and scattering them far and wide; and the boys and girls never come back again. — Author: Charles Dickens

#95. If she has given you children remind yourself every day of the second, third, fourth, fifth, and sixth words in this sentence. If you hurt her in ways that are irreparable I will send out people to hurt you back, sorry, but it has to be like that. Yes, you may have had a difficult childhood, but please allow me to introduce myself: Hello, I am the woman who doesn’t give a shit. Make her something warm to drink in the mornings and give her time to begin speaking; only rush at her with an embrace or a gemstone. Wildflowers. A love note. Yeats. — Author: Mary-Louise Parker

#96. The sentence is the great invention of civilization. To sit all day long assembling these extraordinary strings of words is a marvelous thing. I couldn’t ask for anything better. It’s as near to godliness as I can get. — Author: John Banville

#97. Often we suffer because we don’t realize what’s essential.
We may want to be rich, but the rich are lonely.
We see all those people on TV that have won the lottery and want to be at their place, but studies show that they are even more miserable after having won the big check. They don’t really know what to do with all that money, take poor decisions on how to spend them, change themselves and their friends don’t see them in the same way. — Author: Lidiya K.

#98. I live, like you, in a century in which reason submits only to fact and to evidence. My name, like yours, is TRUTH-SEEKER. My mission is written in these words of the law: Speak without hatred and without fear; tell that which thou knowest! The work of our race is to build the temple of science, and this science includes man and Nature. Now, truth reveals itself to all; to-day to Newton and Pascal, tomorrow to the herdsman in the valley and the journeyman in the shop. Each one contributes his stone to the edifice; and, his task accomplished, disappears. Eternity precedes us, eternity follows us: between two infinites, of what account is one poor mortal that the century should inquire about him? — Author: Pierre-Joseph Proudhon

#99. What if you allowed your God to exist in he simple words of compassion others offer you? … What if the greatest beauty of the day is the shaft of sunlight through our window? What if the worst thing happened and you rose anyway? What if you trusted in the human scale? What if you listened harder to the story of the man on the cross who found a way to endure his suffering more than to the one about the impossible magic of the Messiah? Would you see the miracle in that? — Author: Cheryl Strayed

#100. Enjoy being with yourself, you will then not feel alone. — Author: Steven Cuoco

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