The poor lack much, but the greedy more.
The longer the blind live, the more they see.
She knows Daddy better than I do. I think it's because she's felt since we were children that our Daddy maybe loved me more than he loves her. This isn't true, and she knows that now--people love different people in different ways--but it must have s...
Who's crazy: people who trust other people, or people who don't?
First-rate people hire first-rate people; second-rate people hire third-rate people.
People who need people who need people need the luckiest people in the world.
I do explicitly see Jewish people as a people - not either a religion or an ethnicity but a people.
I like the idea of helping people help people.
Some people's glasses are half full. I'm the one drinking them. Some people have forgotten that Pluto is still a planet. I still remember my childhood. Some people are vegans. I have common sense. Some people call me Maurice. Some people call me the ...
America, I think, is about poor people playing music and poor people sharing food and poor people dancing, even when everything else in their life is so desperate, and so dismal that it doesn't seem there should be any room for any music, any extra f...
When I got a networking event, I don’t see a crowd of strangers—I see an admiring audience waiting for me to perform so they can applaud me and throw me flowers and business. I always cry as I’m being escorted out, because people today just don...
It's better for people to wait for rice, than rice for people.
You only lend to rich people.
God likes help when helping people.
All dumb people have a lot to say.
To the soul, memory is more important than planning, art more compelling than reason, and love more fulfilling than understanding.
One more action to transform your dreams, one more passion to reform your brand; give one more trial and you’ll never regret your willingness to hold on!
But, here was a curious thing. The more I tried to give up thinking of her, the more I said to myself, 'She's nothing to you', the harder I tried to pluck the idea of her out of my heart, the more she stayed there.
But she's still afraid that the more she misses him--his face, his skin, the way he looked at her--and the more hope she has that she'll see him again, the more she has to lose.
I had learned how it felt to want more than the sweet touch of hand to cheek or lips to palm, more than a kiss, more than an embrace. I was starting to discover that it is not only the mind that understands love, but also the body.
I made the decision. I want you more than I want heaven, more than I want to be an angel. I love you more than who I was created to be.
