Posts tagged Quote on Success
Fundamentals | Tie A Knot

When you are at the end of your rope, tie a knot and hold on.

Theodore Roosevelt

Excerpt | Shining Stars

"it was a star," mrs. whatsit said sadly.
"a star giving up its life in battle with the thing. it won, oh, yes, my children, it won. but it lost its life in the winning."


"itt iss eevill..."
"what is going to happen?"
"wee wwill cconnttinnue tto ffightt!"...
"and we're not alone, you know, children," came mrs. whatsit, the comforter. "...some of the best fighters have come from your own planet..."
"who have our fighters been?" calvin asked.
"oh, you must know them, dear," mrs. whatsit said. mrs. who's spectacles shone out at them triumphantly.
"and the light shineth in the darkness; and the darkness comprehended it not."


suddenly there was a great burst of light through the darkness. the light spread out and where it touched the darkness the darkness disappeared. the light spread until the patch of dark thing had vanished, and there was only a gentle shining, and through the shining came the stars, clear and pure.


l'engle, m. (1962) a wrinkle in time

Excerpt | AS I AM.

as i am. all or not at all. 

joyce, j. (1922) ulysses

Excerpt | If The Others

heard me talking out loud they would think that i am crazy. but since i am not, i do not care.

 

hemingway, e. (1996) the old man and the sea.

Excerpt | History of Irish Linen Part VII

in 1913 a list of the largest firms in the irish linen industry, published in a trade directory by john warral ltd, showed the york street flax spinning co ltd, the company founded by the mulhollands, as the largest spinning and weaving concern with 63,000 spindles and a thousand looms. j. & t.m.greeves was the largest spinning company with 70,000 spindles. milfort weavers with factories in belfast and dunmurry were the largest weaving concerns in ulster with 1000 looms. the industry generally remained prosperous, up to the first world war. as a result of that war, production reached a new peak with the need for materials for uniforms and coverings for aircraft wings and fuselages.

however, after the war, in common with cotton, linen manufacture entered a slow process of decline. 

... to be cont.


colins, p. (1994) history of irish linen.

Excerpt | Into The Mystic

we were born before the wind
also younger than the sun
ere the bonnie boat was won
as we sailed into the mystic

hark, now hear the sailors cry
smell the sea and feel the sky
let your soul and spirit fly into the mystic

and when that fog horn blows
i will be coming home
and when that fog horn blows
i wanna hear it, i don't have to fear it

and i wanna rock your gypsy soul
just like way back in the days of old
then magnificently we will float into the mystic

when that fog horn blows
you know i will be coming home
and when that fog horn whistle blows
i gotta hear it, i don't have to fear it

and i wanna rock your gypsy soul
just like way back in the days of old
and together we will float into the mystic

van morrison. 1970

Excerpt | Sewers

among the different urban infrastructures, sewers are the most enigmatic. nobody exactly knows their layout and appearance, and people ignore how they function, even if modern sewers have been in use since the second half of the nineteenth century. sewers are perceived as something inaccessible, chaotic, a dangerous tool for waste management. this perception is due to the fact that people don't see the flow of the water anymore; they only imagine the foul and dangerous materials flowing through these artificial veins.


maria chiara pastore

Excerpt | Advice From Dionysus

dig yourself a ditch, six
feet deep, and bury everything that you've ever
said, everything that you've never
meant, and everything that has
burned you and left you with nothing
but what's
left.


moon, s. (2013) the anatomy of being.

Excerpt | The Thing About December

a few girls acting like they were disgusted with the cool lads but you could tell they weren't, really,
and a couple of nervous-looking spastics standing to the side,
like bits of auld watery broccoli beside a plate of steak and chips


ryan, d. (2013) the thing about december.

Excerpt | A Sermon

The Seven Social Sins are:

Wealth without work.
Pleasure without conscience.
Knowledge without character.
Commerce without morality.
Science without humanity.
Worship without sacrifice.
Politics without principle.


A sermon given by Frederick Lewis Donaldson in Westminster Abbey, London, on March 20, 1925.

Excerpt | Rodney Dangerfield

I came from a real tough neighbourhood.
Once a guy pulled a knife on me. I knew he wasn't a professional, the knife had butter on it.

Fundamentals | Aristotle

Educating the mind without educating the heart is no education at all.

Excerpt | Socrates

I cannot teach anybody anything. I can only make them think.

Excerpt | Darkness

Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness.
It took me years to understand that this too, was a gift.

Mary Oliver

Excerpt | Beautiful People

Sometimes people are beautiful.
Not in looks.
Not in what they say.
Just in what they are.

Zusak, M. (2002) I Am The Messenger

Excerpt | Atticus

Never go in search of love,
go in search of life,
and life will find you the love you seek.

Fundamentals | Christian Dior

Elegance must be the right combination of distinction, naturalness, care and simplicity.
Outside this, believe me, there is no elegance. Only pretension.

Excerpt | Private Library

Lost opportunities, lost possibilities, feelings we can never get back. That's part of what it means to be alive.
But inside our heads - at least that's where I imagine it - there's a little room where we store those memories. A room like the stacks in this library.
And to understand the workings of our own heart we have to keep on making new reference cards.
We have to dust things off every once in awhile, let in fresh air, change the water in the flower vases.
In other words, you'll live forever in your own private library.

Murakami, H. (2002) Kafka on the Shore

Excerpt | Dream

If a little dreaming is dangerous, the cure for it is not to dream less, but to dream more, to dream all the time.

Proust, M. (1982) Remembrance of Things Past Volume I