Quotes About Natural And Manmade Disasters

#1. There are disasters that are entirely manmade, but none that are entirely natural.

Rebecca Solnit

#2. So I return to the question, "if I loved myself, truly and deeply, what would I do?" The answer comes easy: I'd fly. Fly as high as I possibly can. Then, I'd fly higher.

Kamal Ravikant

#3. No one is normal. Everyone has quirks and insights unique to themselves. Don't hide these things - they are what make you interesting.

Jessica Hagy

#4. If you train 100% the result will be 100%.

Anderson Silva

#5. CO2 is so beneficial ... it would be crazy to try to reduce it

Freeman Dyson

#6. The more genuinely creative [the writer] is, the more he will want his work to develop in accordance with its own nature, and to stand independent of himself

Dorothy L. Sayers

#7. Wearing a low-cut, cleavage-revealing top is called suggestive. What does it suggest? That there is more than what you now see, and I may let you look closer since I'm already willing to give you this much of a peek.

Nancy Leigh DeMoss

#8. I make time to exercise. It's not being indulgent. I think it's got a lot to do with your ability to manage properly and stay focused. There's no doubt about that.

Ginni Rometty

#9. I find a solace a in the Bhagavadgita and Upanishads that I miss even in the Sermon on the Mount.

Mahatma Gandhi

#10. The fierce pulsation of resurgent pride that disclaims servitude may one day cease to throb in the heart of Ireland - but the heart of Ireland will that day be dead. While Ireland lives, the brain and the brawn of her manhood will strive to destroy the last vestige of British rule in her territory

Thomas MacDonagh

#11. Poverty is too complex to be answered with a one-size-fits-all approach, and if there is any place that illustrates that complexity, as well as a better way forward, it is Rwanda.

Jacqueline Novogratz

#12. Happy is the novelist who manages to preserve an actual love letter that he received when he was young within a work of fiction, embedded in it like a clean bullet in flabby flesh and quite secure there, among spurious lives.

Vladimir Nabokov