Benign Prostatic Hyperplasia Quotes

#1. The difference between closing or opening your eyes is the choice between the imagined vs real. Blinking is only human.

John Maeda

#2. Everything of mine is permeated with my love of ideas-both big and small. It doesn't matter what it is, as long as it grabs me and holds me, facinates me. And then I'll run out and something about it ... I write for fun.

Ray Bradbury

#3. In sharing how God is changing our lives, we find the lives of others changed as well.

Dillon Burroughs

#4. When I was 16 years old I tried to kill myself because I felt different and that I didn't belong. Now I'm here, and I want this moment to be for that kid who feels weird or different. Stay weird, stay different.

Graham Moore

#5. Even with the utterly lost, to whom life and death are equally jests, there are matters of which no jest can be made.

Edgar Allan Poe

#6. To the cheater, there is no such thing as honesty, and to Republicans the idea of serving the public good is counterfeit on the face of it - they never felt such an urge, and therefore it must not exist.

Garrison Keillor

#7. In every trial Let understanding fight for you.

Gautama Buddha

#8. We must have this rule, for there are those whose hearts are so hard that they will come and buy this rice that is given for the poor--for a penny will not feed any man like this--and they will carry the rice home to feed to their pigs for slop. And the rice is for men and not for pigs" (Buck, 105).

Pearl S. Buck

#9. There are so many more productive things to do than sit around feeling shame and guilt. Beyond touching on shame and guilt in a perfunctory manner, I wouldn't bother with that at all.

Antony Hegarty

#10. As houses well stored with provisions are likely to be full of mice, so the bodies of those that eat much are full of diseases.

Diogenes

#11. ...that realisation that I was the oddity, the statistical probability, life was predictable.

Ruth Dugdall

#12. Smoke curls among the ruins of East London. Many of the buildings have burned to the ground or split like exploded rocks. Small lights bloom like a sea of candles. Even this rain will never put them all out.

John Owen Theobald