It is the simple things that are in the ocean. People think that simple things are on the seashore, like seashells. But seashells are just illusions of the things that once used to live inside of them, that are back in the sea! They are dead things, ...
Happiness, it's a small thing - just a very little thing.
Lord Peter Wimsey: Facts, Bunter, must have facts. When I was a small boy, I always hated facts. Thought they were nasty, hard things, all nobs. Mervyn Bunter: Yes, my lord. My old mother always used to say... Lord Peter Wimsey: Your mother, Bunter? ...
If it's not one thing it's another.
Silence is the soul of all things.
Man is the measure of all things.
Necessity teaches all things.
Good things are never cheap.
He will only do the wrong thing when it's the right thing to do..
Remember, Hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things, and no good thing ever dies.
It's the little details that are vital. Little things make big things happen.
I don't take on big things. What I do, pretty much, is make the big things small and the small things big.
Being trustworthy requires: Doing the right thing. And doing things right.
I try to do the right thing at the right time. They may just be little things, but usually they make the difference between winning and losing.
I don’t just want to do the right thing. I want to WANT to do the right thing.
The universe is a unity. Every material thing is in all things. All things come from all, and all is in all things.
Emmeline Finch: I'm only thinking of Russell's condition. Mrs. Marcus: You mean his financial condition, because that's the only condition that he has. J. Russell Finch: Yeah but... Mrs. Marcus: Emmeline, do you know why your husband had a nervous br...
What we don't often realize is that the rebirth and collapse of grand things do not begin with grand things at all, like the things we see, but with the small, like the things we are - in the things we do - in the things we say.
We kept our heads down and did our jobs. We controlled the only thing we could, which was the show. We did the thing. Because remember, the talking about the thing isn't the thing. The doing of the thing is the thing.
I missed her so much I wanted to die: a hard, physical longing, like a craving for air underwater. Lying awake, I tried to recall all my best memories of her—to freeze her in my mind so I wouldn’t forget her—but instead of birthdays and happy t...
