#take

Read through the most famous quotes by topic #take




Grief can take care if itself, but to get the full value of a joy you must have somebody to divide it with.


Mark Twain


#divide #full #get #grief #itself

The voice is an instrument that you really must take time to develop. It's like a good red wine Give it time.


Cecilia Bartoli


#give #good #instrument #like #must

Water, taken in moderation, cannot hurt anybody.


Mark Twain


#cannot #hurt #moderation #taken #water

Do not blame anybody for your mistakes and failures.


Bernard Baruch


#blame #failures #mistakes #your

I am unable to understand how a man of honor could take a newspaper in his hands without a shudder of disgust.


Charles Baudelaire


#could #disgust #hands #his #honor

Books, which we mistake for consolation, only add depth to our sorrow.


Orhan Pamuk


#insight #sorrow #mistakes

It is a mistake to try to look too far ahead. The chain of destiny can only be grasped one link at a time.


Winston Churchill


#future-plans #mistakes

If you insist on disavowing that which is ugly about what you do, you will never learn from your mistakes.


Cassandra Clare


#mortal-instruments #mistakes

This is love: to fly toward a secret sky, to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment. First to let go of life. Finally, to take a step without feet.


Rumi


#each #fall #feet #finally #first

Stop fighting me!" he said, trying to pull on the arm he held. He was in a precarious position himself, straddling the rail as he tried to lean over far enough to get me and actually hold onto me. “Let go of me!” I yelled back. But he was too strong and managed to haul most of me over the rail, enough so that I wasn’t in total danger of falling again. See, here’s the thing. In that moment before I let go, I really had been contemplating my death. I’d come to terms with it and accepted it. I also, however, had known Dimitri might do something exactly like this. He was just that fast and that good. That was why I was holding my stake in the hand that was dangling free. I looked him in the eye. "I will always love you." Then I plunged the stake into his chest. It wasn’t as precise a blow as I would have liked, not with the skilled way he was dodging. I struggled to get the stake in deep enough to his heart, unsure if I could do it from this angle. Then, his struggles stopped. His eyes stared at me, stunned, and his lips parted, almost into a smile, albeit a grisly and pained one. "That’s what I was supposed to say. . .” he gasped out. Those were his last words.


Richelle Mead


#bridge #death #dhampir #dimitri #love