Quotes
Quotes about End
Friends are as companions on a journey, who ought to aid each other to persevere in the road to a happier life.
If the only tool you have is a hammer, you tend to see every problem as a nail.
Virtue is not the absense of vices or the avoidance of moral dangers; virtue is a vivid and separate ting, like pain or a particular smell. - Tremendous Trifles.
Its the little things that matter, that add up in the end, with the priceless thrilling magic found only in a friend.
When you choose your friends, don't be short-changed by choosing personality over character.
To linger in the observation of things other than the self implies a profound conviction of their worth. - My Friends the Senses.
The reign of imagagology begins where history ends.
And in the end it's not the years in your life that count. It's the life in your years.
Concentrating on the essentials. We will then be accomplishing the greatest possible results with the effort expended.
If you surrender completely to the moments as they pass, you live more richly those moments.
The free man is he who does not fear to go to the end of his thought.
The progress of freedom depends more upon the maintenance of peace, the spread of commerce, and the diffusion of education, than upon the labors of cabinets and foreign offices.
Man is so muddled, so dependent on the things immediately before his eyes, that every day even the most submissive believer can be seen to risk the torments of the afterlife for the smallest pleasure.
I like nonsenseâit wakes up the brain cells. Fantasy is a necessary ingredient in living. It's a way of looking at life through the wrong end of a telescope...and that enables you to laugh at all of life's realities.
A real friend is one who walks in when the rest of the world walks out.
True friendship is like sound health; the value of it is seldom known until it is lost.
The tragedy of life is not that it ends so soon, but that we wait so long to begin it.
If we see light at the end of the tunnel, it the light of the oncoming train.
His house was known to all the vagrant train, He chid their wanderings but reliev'd their pain; The long remembered beggar was his guest, Whose beard descending swept his aged breast.
A kind and gentle heart he had, To comfort friends and foes; The naked every day he clad When he put on his clothes.
Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere, Heaven did a recompense as largely send; He gave to misery (all he had) a tear, He gain'd from Heaven ('twas all he wish'd) a friend.
Unlike any other visual image, a photograph is not a rendering, an imitation or an interpretation of its subject, but actually a trace of it. No painting or drawing, however naturalist, belongs to its subject in the way that a photograph does.
I am acutely aware of the fact that the marriage between mathematics and physics, which was so enormously fruitful in past centuries, has recently ended in divorce.
I think that a particle must have a separate reality independent of the measurements. That is an electron has spin, location and so forth even when it is not being measured. I like to think that the moon is there even if I am not looking at it.
I recover my property wherever I find it. [Fr., Je reprends mon bien ou je le trouve.]
