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death warrior thinking
A warrior thinks of death when things become unclear. The idea of death is the only thing that tempers our spirit. Carlos Castaneda
death warrior ideas
Only the idea of death makes a warrior sufficiently detached so that he is capable of abandoning himself to anything. He knows his death is stalking him and won't give him time to cling to anything so he tries, without craving, all of everything. Carlos Castaneda
death warrior judging
A warrior considers himself already dead, so there is nothing to lose. The worst has already happened to him, therefore he's clear and calm; judging him by his acts or by his words, one would never suspect that he has witnessed everything. Carlos Castaneda
death wisdom people
It is hard to have patience with people who say, ‘There is no death’ or ‘Death doesn’t matter.’ There is death. And whatever is matters. And whatever happens has consequences, and it and they are irrevocable and irreversible. You might as wel say that birth doesn’t matter. C. S. Lewis
death percentages cents
100 per cent of us die, and the percentage cannot be increased. C. S. Lewis
death dying
There's something dreadfully decisive about a beheading. Agnes Smedley
death past bird
So say it loud and let it ring We are all a part of everything The future, present and the past Fly on proud bird You're free at last Charlie Daniels
death suicide shots
They really are bad shots. Charles de Gaulle
death judging waiting
One must wait until the evening to see how splendid the day was; one cannot judge life until death. Charles de Gaulle
gratitude doors silence
When you are happy, so happy you have no sense of needing Him, so happy that you are tempted to feel His claims upon you as an interruption, if you remember yourself and turn to Him with gratitude and praise, you will be — or so it feels— welcomed with open arms. But go to Him when your need is desperate, when all other help is vain, and what do you find? A door slammed in your face, and a sound of bolting and double bolting on the inside. After that, silence. C. S. Lewis
gratitude grateful luxury
The saddest thing I can imagine is to get used to luxury. [and therefore not appreciate it fully or be grateful for it every moment.] Charlie Chaplin
gratitude grateful opportunity
I don't feel any vulgar gratitude to you[for helping me]. I almost feel as if You ought to be grateful to ME, for giving you the opportunity of enjoying the luxury of generosity. . . I may have come into the world expressly for the purpose of increasing your stock of happiness. I may have been born to be a benefactor to you, by giving you an opportunity of assisting me. Charles Dickens
gratitude circles fire
Envy, if surrounded on all sides by the brightness of another's prosperity, like the scorpion confined within a circle of fire, will sting itself to death. Charles Caleb Colton
gratitude men serenity
The benevolent have the advantage of the envious, even in this present life; for the envious man is tormented not only by all the ill that befalls himself, but by all the good that happens to another; whereas the benevolent man is the better prepared to bear his own calamities unruffled, from the complacency and serenity he has secured from contemplating the prosperity of all around him. Charles Caleb Colton
gratitude dross made
It is not until we have passed through the furnace that we are made to know how much dross there is in our composition. Charles Caleb Colton
gratitude revenge punctual
Revenge is a much more punctual paymaster than gratitude Charles Caleb Colton
gratitude revenge games
An act by which we make one friend and one enemy is a losing game; because revenge is a much stronger principle than gratitude Charles Caleb Colton
gratitude powerful yield
There are three kinds of praise, that which we yield, that which we lend, and that which we pay. We yield it to the powerful from fear, we lend it to the weak from interest, and we pay it to the deserving from gratitude. Charles Caleb Colton
grief giving feelings
Grief ... gives life a permanently provisional feeling. It doesn't seem worth starting anything. I can't settle down. I yawn, I fidget, I smoke too much. Up till this I always had too little time. Now there is nothing but time. Almost pure time, empty successiveness. C. S. Lewis
grief sorrow maps
I thought I could describe a state; make a map of sorrow. Sorrow, hoever, turns out to be not a state but a process. C. S. Lewis
grief bears trouble
A dead grief is easier to bear than a live trouble. Agnes Repplier
grief eye strange
Strange that grief should now almost choke me, because another human being's eye has failed to greet mine. Charlotte Bronte
grief sea people
Reserved people often really need the frank discussion of their sentiments and griefs more than the expansive. The sternest-seeming stoic is human after all, and to burst with boldness and good-will into the silent sea of their souls is often to confer on them the first of obligations. Charlotte Bronte
grief struggle mastery
The vehemence of emotion, stirred by grief and love within me, was claiming mastery, and struggling for full sway; and asserting a right to predominate: to overcome, to live, rise, and reign at last; yes,--and to speak. Charlotte Bronte
grief moving men
Your tale is of the longest," observed Monks, moving restlessly in his chair. It is a true tale of grief and trial, and sorrow, young man," returned Mr. Brownlow, "and such tales usually are; if it were one of unmixed joy and happiness, it would be very brief. Charles Dickens
grief loss grieving
And can it be that in a world so full and busy the loss of one creature makes a void so wide and deep that nothing but the width and depth of eternity can fill it up! Charles Dickens
grief rain air
A blight had fallen on the trees and shrubs; and the wind, at length beginning to break the unnatural stillness that had prevailed all day, sighed heavily from time to time, as though foretelling in grief the ravages of the coming storm. The bat skimmed in fantastic flights through the heavy air, and the ground was alive with crawling things, whose instinct brought them forth to swell and fatten in the rain. Charles Dickens