If you're playing with the best, you just rise up to that level.
Run and hide or rise and shine ...
Everyone rises to their level of incompetence.
It is easy to fall, but hard to rise.
There's rises and falls and ups and downs in all music.
Rise to the occassion which is life!
Art flourishes where there is a sense of adventure.
The sun is gone, but I have a light.
Death is a displaced name for a linguistic predicament.
No man's credit is as good as his money.
It takes an extraordinary intelligence to contemplate the obvious.
The sun's down and the moon's pretty - it's time to ramble.
All wealth is the product of labor.
A war with Pakistan would be an utter disaster.
... but happiness is to joy as an electric light bulb is to the sun. Happiness always has an object, you're happy because of something, it's a condition whose existence depends on external things. Joy, on the other hand, has no object. It seizes you ...
WHAT WOULD HAVE HAPPENED IF YOU HADN'T SAVED HIM? "Yes! The sun would have risen just the same, yes?" NO "Oh, come on. You can't expect me to believe that. It's an astronomical fact." THE SUN WOULD NOT HAVE RISEN. ... "Really? Then what would have ha...
A simple intuition, a single observation, can open vistas of unimagined potential. Once caught in the web of an idea, the researcher is happily doomed, for the outcome is always uncertain, and the resolution of the mystery may take years to unfold. S...
I just wanted all the wars to be over so that we could spend the money on starships and Mars colonies.
If this book has made any point clear, I hope it's that things don't have to be real to be true. Or vice versa.
I remembered Daemon's feather soft kisses on my cheek, and I remembered the clouds parting and the sun shining on a cold February day in Ireland. And as my baby girl was laid on my chest and my husband held my hand, I saw my best friend Kat walk into...
There was a filmy veil of soft dull mist obscuring, but not hiding, all objects, giving them a lilac hue, for the sun had not yet fully set; a robin was singing ... The leaves were more gorgeous than ever; the first touch of frost would lay them all ...
