Viaud Abrams Quotes

#1. One of the greatest evils of the day among those outside of prison is their sense of futility. Young people say, What is the sense of our small effort? They cannot see that we must lay one brick at a time, take one step at a time; we can be responsible only for the one action of the present moment.

Dorothy Day

#2. Who anger, nor joy, nor pride, nor false modesty, nor stupefaction, nor vanity,
Can draw away from the high ends of life, is ever considered wise certainly.
[20] - 33 Mahatma Vidur

Munindra Misra

#3. The true measure of a best friend is where they are when you "make" the biggest decision of your life, not where they were during the decision process.

Shannon L. Alder

#4. If one does not fail at times, then one has not challenged himself.

Ferdinand Porsche

#5. I am a scientist. I go where the facts take me.

Willie Soon

#6. An element I love about the blues is jamming with other musicians.

Gary Hoey

#7. The test of faith is whether I can make space for difference. Can I recognize God's image in someone who is not in my image, who language, faith, ideal, are different from mine? If I cannot, then I have made God in my image instead of allowing him to remake me in his.

Jonathan Sacks

#8. Miracles occur all around us, signs from God show us the way, angels plead to be heard, but we pay little attention to them.

Paulo Coelho

#9. I am a huge 'Downton Abbey' fan - huge!

Joan Rivers

#10. Morality comes with the sad wisdom of age, when the sense of curiosity has withered.

Graham Greene

#11. I think the darker aspect of my fiction-or anybody's fiction-is by its very nature somehow easier to talk about.

Richard Russo

#12. For me, playing music while I write is important. Several of the romantic scenes in 'Paris' were written with Debussy's 'String Quartet,' his 'L'Apres-midi d'une Faune,' or Canteloube's 'Songs of the Auvergne' playing in the background.

Edward Rutherfurd

#13. So much was closing in about the women who sat knitting, knitting, that they their very selves were closing in around a structure yet unbuilt, where they were to sit knitting, knitting, counting dropping heads.

Charles Dickens