Massingham Park Quotes

#1. If we are fortunate, we one day find that person who impacts our world in such a way that our life is never the same again. By chance, or by design, we met that someone who offers the support, encouragement, and inspiration to become more than we ever thought possible.

Jim Rohn

#2. The '60s are presented to kids today as a commodity.

Bernadine Dohrn

#3. Then I said it. He said it too. I love you. And everything that went before meant nothing.

Ellen Hopkins

#4. God placed the fossils there when He created the rocks, to test our faith, he responded at last. As He is clearly testing yours Miss Philpot.
It is my faith in you that is being tested, I thought.

Tracy Chevalier

#5. A flatterer can risk everything with great personages.

Alain-Rene Lesage

#6. The Nobel Peace Prize is not awarded for what one has done, but hopefully what one will do.

Betty Williams

#7. Unless you see it, it isn't there, though it is there!

Mehmet Murat Ildan

#8. The greatest testament of a life lived is to be missed when you are gone. It is not something you can plan for or buy ahead of time. It is a sentiment that comes freely from the lives you touch in positive ways.

Brian MacLearn

#9. A memoir is a work of sustained narrative prose controlled by an idea of the self under obligation to lift from the raw material of life a tale that will shape experience, transform the event, deliver wisdom.

David Shields

#10. The idea that I really like is December 21st, 2012. Try to get a global moment of collective reflection as a way to bring about an uptick in human consciousness.

Daniel Pinchbeck

#11. A man is born an artist as a hippopotamus is born a hippopotamus; and you can no more make yourself one than you can make yourself a giraffe.

Alain De Botton

#12. As a poet I would say everything should be able to come into a poem but I can't put toothbrushes in a poem. I really can't.

Sylvia Plath

#13. If you're going to do it, do it.

Jennifer Castle

#14. And I will find some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,/ Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings ...

W.B.Yeats

#15. What if I never get out, what if I'm always filled with the ghost of that place haunting my dreams? The footsteps of lost feet here and there tripping to run as fast as they can. What if here is always there, where I'll always be?

Renee Thebeau