The young may die, the old must.
April showers bring May flowers.
A ragged colt may make a good horse.
An hour may destroy what an age was building.
He that does amiss may do well.
Anticipate the good so that you may enjoy it.
A woman and a stove may not leave the house.
There may be deep bottoms in still waters.
May it end with threats and not come to blows.
Opportunities may come but they never linger.
That fear may reach all, punish but few.
Statul, numit de toate rasele Lew-Yathan, are întotdeauna în frunte, ales de întreaga obşte, pe cel mai ticălos, mai corupt şi mai viclean cetăţean. Teoria spune că, focalizând ura tuturor, ca o lentilă, suveranul poate produce o rază nim...
You may hit the bar, you may cross the forbidden line, you may cause many fouls, but when you stay on, you will definitely get your goals being the winning goals...
If, however, I am allowed to think that you and yours feel an interest in my fate and actions, it may be the means—it may put me on my guard—at least, it may be something to live for.
May you have the courage to choose love over hate.
Love is one of the true mysteries,' he said at last. 'The truest and the deepest of all. One thing, Maerad: to love is never wrong. It may be disastrous; it may never be possible; it may be the deepest agony. But it is never wrong.
I may not drink an electrolyte beverage during the race. If I am running in an hour, I won't need one. But if you're running an hour-and-a-half to two hours or more, maybe you need a little bit of the electrolytes.
You know, and younger people today, you know, they may not have Social Security. They may not have a pension. They may have 17 different jobs. And so they have to be - they have to, you know, establish somewhat of an ownership, you know, mentality.
Every moment of existence is a volcano full of truth! Every single moment is ready to explode, may be now, may be two minutes or may be two years later! Truths are ready to erupt! Every single moment is ready to erupt! Be silent; wait for the eruptio...
I choose gentleness... Nothing is won by force. I choose to be gentle. If I raise my voice may it be only in praise. If I clench my fist, may it be only in prayer. If I make a demand, may it be only of myself.
My table is now brightly, now dimly lighted. Its temperature varies. It may receive an ink stain. One of its legs may be broken. It may be repaired, polished, and replaced part by part. But, for me, it remains the table at which I daily write.
