Quotes
Quotes about End
Go play golf. Go to the golf course. Hit the ball. Find the ball. Repeat until the ball is in the hole. Have fun. The end.
Golf is a game in which one endeavors to control a ball with implements ill adapted for the purpose.
If you pretend to be good, the world takes you very seriously. If you pretend to be bad, it doesn't. Such is the astounding stupidity of optimism.
He that covereth a transgression seeketh love: but he that repeateth a matter separateth very friends.
Count not him among your friends who will retail your privacies to the world.
Truth is not exciting enough to those who depend on the characters and lives of their neighbors for all their amusement.
Oh goodie, goth mimes. The best of both worlds. They pretend they're trapped in a box and then whine about how cruel and unfair it is.
Goths tend to be rather pacifistic, so to associate all Goths with violence because some of them are into heavy metal music is illogical. It makes just as much sense to reason like this: some nuns like soccer; violence sometimes occurs at soccer matches; therefore, nuns tend to be violent.
Yesterday the greatest question was decided which was ever debated in America; and a greater perhaps never was, nor will be, decided among men. A resolution was passed without one dissenting colony, that those United Colonies are, and of right ought to be, free and independent States.
And he that overcometh, and keepeth my works unto the end, to him will I give power over the nations: And he shall rule them with a rod of iron; as the vessels of a potter shall they be broken to shivers: even as I received of my Father.
Governments exist to protect the rights of minorities. The loved and the rich need no protection: they have many friends and few enemies.
Public confidence in the integrity of the Government is indispensable to faith in democracy; and when we lose faith in the system, we have lost faith in everything we fight and spend for.
Governments last as long as the undertaxed can defend themselves against the overtaxed.
Bush Sr. was a jerk, Quayle an idiot, Clinton was atrocious and disgusting, most of those who persecuted him were hypocritical, Gore is shallow and weak, Bradley is an idealist, Bush Jr. a fool, and all of the independent candidates act like they're on drugs.
Many forms of Government have been tried, and will be tried in this world of sin and woe. No one pretends that democracy is perfect or all-wise. Indeed, it has been said that democracy is the worst form of Government except all those others that have been tried from time to time.
Accept good advice gracefully - as long as it doesn't interfere with what you intended to do in the first place.
A graceful and pleasing figure is a perpetual letter of recommendation.
Let the man, who would be grateful, think of repaying a kindness, even while receiving it. [Lat., Qui gratus futurus est statim dum accipit de reddendo cogitet.]
Gratitude, like love, is never a dependable international emotion.
Gratitude unlocks the fullness of life. It turns what we have into enough, and more. It turns denial into acceptance, chaos to order, confusion to clarity. It can turn a meal into a feast, a house into a home, a stranger into a friend. Gratitude makes sense of our past, brings peace for today, and creates a vision for tomorrow.
Both abundance and lack exist simultaneously in our lives, as parallel realities. It is always our conscious choice which secret garden we will tend... when we choose not to focus on what is missing from our lives but are grateful for the abundance that's presentâlove, health, family, friends, work, the joys of nature and personal pursuits that bring us pleasureâthe wasteland of illusion falls away and we experience Heaven on earth.
I gazed upon the glorious sky And the green mountains round, And thought that when I came to lie At rest within the ground, 'Twere pleasant, that in flowery June When brooks send up a cheerful tune, And groves a joyous sound, The sexton's hand, my grave to make, The rich, green mountain-turf should break.
The solitary, silent, solemn scene, Where Caesars, heroes, peasants, hermits lie, Blended in dust together; where the slave Rests from his labors; where th' insulting proud Resigns his powers; the miser drops his hoard: Where human folly sleeps.
Nature never sends a great man into the planet, without confiding the secret to another soul.
Worse than traitors in arms are the men who pretend loyalty to the flag, feast and fatten on the misfortunes of the Nation while patriotic blood is crimsoning the plains of the South and their countrymen moldering the dust.
