Famous Quotes & Sayings

Kevin Flanagan

A lot of curve flattening trades had to be reversed.

Steve Cox

I think Knute Rockne is turning over in his grave.

Douglas Muzzio

Voters understand that turning a bureaucracy like that around is like turning around a battleship,

Susan Griffin

What always seems miraculous is when aesthetic necessities yield an insight which otherwise I would have missed.

Marilynne Robinson

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.

Philip Sidney

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.

Francis Drake

There must be a beginning of any great matter, but the continuing unto the end until it be thoroughly finished yields the true glory.

Christian Nestell Bovee

He half retrieves a defeat who yields to it gracefully.

Grenville Kleiser

To get the most out of your life, plant in your mind seeds of constructive power that will yield fruitful results.

Jacques Barzun

Only a great mind that is overthrown yields tragedy

Gerard Manley Hopkins

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.

J. M. Coetzee

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)