Jo S Wisdom Quotes

#1. My mother would kill me if I posed nude! My mother raised me with certain standards.

Rihanna

#2. Poverty is a condition that resides in the heart ... not in the wallet.

Jo Ann V. Glim

#3. I always wondered why God was supposed to be a father, she whispers. Fathers always want you to measure up to something. Mothers are the ones who love you unconditionally, don't you think?

Jodi Picoult

#4. Two possibilities: making oneself infinitely small or being so. The second is perfection, that is to say, inactivity, the first is beginning, that is to say, action.

Franz Kafka

#5. Love is always a prison.

Cornelia Funke

#6. Today, credit rating agencies rate companies, countries and bonds.

Mike Fitzpatrick

#7. Khusrau darya prem ka, ulti wa ki dhaar,
Jo utra so doob gaya, jo dooba so paar.

English Translation.

Oh Khusrau, the river of love
Runs in strange directions.
One who jumps into it drowns,
And one who drowns, gets across.

Amir Khusrau

#8. I'll want to hear,' Samuel said. 'I eat stories like grapes.

John Steinbeck

#9. More and more, the hardest part of crying is when I can't stop.

Chuck Palahniuk

#10. Sir Humphrey looked like a sleepy old hippo
and when he yawned in that big, big, hippopotamus way Charity couldn't help doing likewise.

Elizabeth Jane Howard

#11. I almost wish I hadn't any conscience, it's so inconvenient. If I didn't care about doing right, and didn't feel uncomfortable when doing wrong, I should get on capitally. I can't help wishing, sometimes, that father and mother hadn't been so dreadfully particular about such things. -- Jo

Louisa May Alcott

#12. For me to praise is interrupting praise.

Rumi

#13. On a very long and very high wire, I will not hope to not be blown off by high winds. I will have the certitude that such could not happen.

Philippe Petit

#14. Be thankful for the rain," Lina had said after Jo had cried on her shoulder. Which was a very Lina thing to say. "Nothing grows, nothing moves forward without a little rain now and then.

Sarah M. Anderson

#15. There were no lions any more. There had been lions once. Sometimes in the shimmer of the heat on the plains the motion of their running still flickered on the dry wind - tawny, great, and quickly gone. Sometimes the honey-colored moon shivered to the silence of a ghost-roar on the rising air.

Russell Hoban