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curve trades
A lot of curve flattening trades had to be reversed. Kevin Flanagan
turning
I think Knute Rockne is turning over in his grave. Steve Cox
turning understand voters
Voters understand that turning a bureaucracy like that around is like turning around a battleship, Douglas Muzzio
yield insight aesthetic
What always seems miraculous is when aesthetic necessities yield an insight which otherwise I would have missed. Susan Griffin
yield order people
A sermon is a form that yields a certain kind of meaning in the same way that, say, a sonnet is a form that deals with a certain kind of meaning that has to do with putting things in relation to each other, allowing for the fact of complexity reversal, such things. Sermons are, at their best, excursions into difficulty that are addressed to people who come there in order to hear that. Marilynne Robinson
yield sensual want
If any sensual weakness arise, we are to yield all our sound forces to the overthrowing of so unnatural a rebellion; wherein how can we want courage, since we are to deal against so feeble an adversary, that in itself is nothing but weakness? Nay, we are to resolve that if reason direct it, we must do it, and if we must do it, we will do it; for to say "I cannot" is childish, and "I will not" is womanish. Philip Sidney
yield addiction matter
There must be a beginning of any great matter, but the continuing unto the end until it be thoroughly finished yields the true glory. Francis Drake
yield half defeat
He half retrieves a defeat who yields to it gracefully. Christian Nestell Bovee
yield mind plant
To get the most out of your life, plant in your mind seeds of constructive power that will yield fruitful results. Grenville Kleiser
yield mind tragedy
Only a great mind that is overthrown yields tragedy Jacques Barzun
yield fire giving
All things therefore are charged with love, are charged with God and if we knew how to touch them give off sparks and take fire, yield drops and flow, ring and tell of him. Gerard Manley Hopkins
yield voice giving
In a world of chance is there a better and a worse? We yield to a stranger's embrace or give ourselves to the waves; for the blink of an eyelid our vigilance relaxes; we are asleep; and when we awake, we have lost the direction of our lives. What are these blinks of an eyelid, against which the only defence is an eternal and inhuman wakefulness? Might they not be the cracks and chinks through which another voice, other voices, speak in our lives? By what right do we close our ears to them? (Susan Barton) J. M. Coetzee