quotes about courage
There lurks, perhaps, in every human heart a desire of distinction, which inclines every man first to hope, and then to believe, that Nature has given him something peculiar to himself. ~Samuel Johnson
I'm so poor I can't even pay attention. ~Ron Kittle, 1987
Life is better than death, I believe, if only because it is less boring, and because it has fresh peaches in it. ~Alice Walker
Men never know how tired they are till their wives sit them down for a nice long talk. ~Mignon McLaughlin, The Neurotic's Notebook, 1960
As though pure white snow flashed and sparkled with the color of bright ruddy wine, and was overcome by this radiance. ~Author unknown, about the opal
Nearly all men die of their remedies, and not of their illnesses. ~Jean Baptiste Moliere, Le Malade Imaginaire
The only difference between men and boys is the cost of their toys. ~Author Unknown
Red ice sells hockey tickets. ~Bob Stewart
Treat your password like your toothbrush. Don't let anybody else use it, and get a new one every six months. ~Clifford Stoll
To make a criticism is a bit like complaining about the shape of the Pyramids. ~Author Unknown
God grant me the serenity to accept the people I cannot change, the courage to change the one I can, and the wisdom to know it's me. ~Author Unknown
It is better to have a permanent income than to be fascinating. ~Oscar Wilde
Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends. ~Bible, John 15:13
But married once, a man is stak'd or pown'd, and cannot graze beyond his own hedge. ~Philip Massinger, Fatal Dowry, 1632
Faith is a passionate intuition. ~William Wordsworth
The rich ruleth over the poor, and the borrower is servant to the lender. ~Proverbs 22:7
Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring, all of which have the potential to turn a life around. ~Leo Buscaglia
A show of envy is an insult to oneself. ~Yevgeny Alexandrovich Yevtushenko
I was undoubtedly at the end of my strength. A flood of tears gushed from my eyes. I wouldn't have been able to tell the reason for these tears, which were not tears of distress, and which, to the contrary, gave me relief and relaxation.... It was for myself I was weeping, perhaps, for my presence in this garden, for this cursed love in which I felt that everything which then remained to me - every generous impulse, every lost desire, and every noble ambition was profaned by the impure breath of these kisses, of which I was ashamed and for which I was also thirsty. Well, no! Why should I lie to myself? Physical tears... tears of weakness, fatigue and fever, tears of enervation before sights too cruel for my debilitated senses, before odors too strong for my sense of smell, before the continual oscillation of my carnal desires from impotence to frenzy... the tears of a woman... tears for nothing at all! ~"The Garden," Chapter 6
There is no substitute for the comfort supplied by the utterly taken-for granted relationship. ~Iris Murdoch
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