Quotes of: Letter Keyword

Kids. They're not tin cans or sheetrock. They're laughing machines. Wind them up and watch them go.

The Legacy Letters: His Wife, His Children, His Final Gift

Enjoy what you are learning and doing. This is one of the hardest concepts in the entire world to understand. Harder yet to put into practice.

The Legacy Letters: His Wife, His Children, His Final Gift

Respect both what you need to know and what you don't need to know. Respect mystery, for mystery is still needed to run the universe.

The Legacy Letters: His Wife, His Children, His Final Gift

They say: 'If a man knew himself, he would know all mankind.' I say: 'If a man loved mankind, he would know something of himself.

Love Letters in the Sand: The Love Poems of Khalil Gibran

Money can buy you everything to fill your time but it cannot buy time itself. And things are definitely not time.

The Legacy Letters: His Wife, His Children, His Final Gift

It’s a fool who thinks having a kid is a right, which is the biggest crock of fish heads I’ve ever heard.

The Legacy Letters: His Wife, His Children, His Final Gift

Sometimes I feel as if I'm only a doorman awaiting the arrival of her royal majesty.

The Legacy Letters: His Wife, His Children, His Final Gift

But don't blame me for the food. My wife knows a hundred and one ways to incinerate a cow, and as far as I can tell she's still experimenting.

The Last Letter from Your Lover

the study of jurisprudence, by which I must earn my bread, has so withered and frozen the flowers of my fancy that they will never again seek the light. (To his Mother, November 11, 1829)

The Letters Of Robert Schumann

the most improper job of any man, even saints (who at any rate were at least unwilling to take it on), is bossing other men. Not one in a million is fit for it, and least of all those who seek the opportunity.

The Letters of J.R.R. Tolkien

Haven't my past sermons taught you anything?" "Yes," Emilie threw at him, "that you pray for those who are close to God, and those who aren't, who Him, you toss away like garbage.

The Letter Writer

Its never to late to get back on your feet though we wont live forever make sure you accomplish what you were put here for

My Dearest Friend: Letters of Abigail and John Adams

The master demon Screwtape identifies elitist humanity's tendency toward "an ingrained habit of belittling anything that concerns the great mass of their fellow men.

The Screwtape Letters: Also Includes "Screwtape Proposes a Toast"

he [Llewelyn Powys] has always in mind the great touchstone Death & consequently life is always judged as how far it fits us, or compensates us, for ultimately dying.

Philip Larkin: Letters to Monica

I have a sense of melancholy isolation, life rapidly vanishing, all the usual things. It's very strange how often strong feelings don't seem to carry any message of action.

Philip Larkin: Letters to Monica

We carry within us the wonders we seek without us.

Prose: "Religio Medici" , "Hydriotaphia" , "Garden of Cyrus" , "Letter to a Friend" , "Christian Morals" and Selections from Other Works

My lips and eyes and heart were stinging when you kissed me in the dark. — Jack Garton to Jennifer Hammer, 2008 (age 24)

Where the Nights Are Twice as Long: Love Letters of Canadian Poets

There's something I want to say in this space, but it's an emptiness where there's usually a hug. — Colin Morton to Mary Lee Bragg, 1972

Where the Nights Are Twice as Long: Love Letters of Canadian Poets

You´re going to have to learn how to pat yourself on the back eventually. Start now. It´s not gloating.It´s taking pleasure in life´s goodness

What I Know Now: Letters to My Younger Self

A fan sent me a letter and a $10 bill. It's a short letter - all she said was, 'Hey, since it's harder for you to go out these days without getting photographed, here $10 for a pizza.' I was like, 'Aww, she sent me money for a pizza so I could eat at...

Zac Efron

I never wanted to write. I just wrote letters home from a kibbutz in Israel to reassure my parents that I was still alive and well fed and having a great time. They thought these letters were brilliant and sent them to a newspaper. So I became a writ...

Maeve Binchy