May Quotes - Page 330

I trust that some may be as near and dear to Buddha, or Christ, or Swedenborg, who are without the pale of their churches.

A stranger may easily detect what is strange to the oldest inhabitant, for the strange is his province.

Heaven is not one of your fertile Ohio bottoms, you may depend on it.

Faint heart never won true friend. O my friend, may it come to pass, once, that when you are my friend I may be yours.

Whatever you lend let it be your money, and not your name. Money you may get again, and, if not, you may contrive to do without it; name once lost you cannot get again, and, if you cannot contrive to do without it, you had better never have been born.

You may feel overwhelmed by your own poverty and the labors of the day. But if you decide not to wait until you have more strength and more money, and if you pray for the Holy Spirit as you go, you will, when you arrive, know what to do and how to help someone even poorer than you are.

History is a tangled skein that one may take up at any point, and break when one has unravelled enough.

One may guess the why and wherefore of a tear and yet find it too subtle to give any account of. A tear may be the poetical resume of so many simultaneous impressions, the quintessence of so many opposing thoughts! It is like a drop of one of those precious elixirs of the East which contain the life of twenty plants fused into a single aroma.

The soul may be immortal because she is fitted to rise towards that which is neither born nor dies, towards that which exists substantially, necessarily, invariably, that is to say towards God.

At bottom there is but one subject of study: the forms and metamorphoses of mind. All other subjects may be reduced to that; all other studies bring us back to this study.

Whatever impatience we may feel towards our neighbor, and whatever indignation our race may rouse in us, we are chained one to another, and, companions in labour and misfortune, have everything to lose by mutual recrimination and reproach. Let us be silent as to each other's weakness, helpful, tolerant, many, tender towards each other! Or, if we cannot feel tenderness, may we at least feel pity!

Put personal ambition away from you, and then you will find consolation in living or in dying, whatever may happen to you.

Through music we may wander where we will in time, and find friends in every century.

If you neglect those who are currently poor and stable, you may create more poor and unstable people. There has been a tremendous concentration of donor interest in countries that are seen as particularly fragile - but it becomes harder to mobilise money for sub-Saharan, plain poor countries.

A woman made of parts is a dangerous thing. You never know when she'll throw away a piece you may need.

Mother, may I go and maffick, Tear around and hinder traffic?

The revenge of an elder sister may be long in coming, but, like a South-Eastern express, it arrives in its own good time.

Atmosphere is a silent music. It has its effect upon the listener, exciting or peaceful, whatever it may be.

Sexual pleasure, wisely used and not abused, may prove the stimulus and liberator of our finest and most exalted activities.

So this was how secrets got started, I thought to myself. People constructed them little by little. I had not consciously intended to keep May Kasahara a secret from Kumiko. My relationship with her was not that big a deal: whether I mentioned it or not was of no consequence. Once it had flown down a certain delicate channel, however, it had become cloaked in the opacity of secretiveness, whatever my original intention had have been.

This may be the most important proposition revealed by history: At the time, no one knew what was coming.

I may be the type who manages to grab all the pointless things in life but lets the really important things slip away.

I may not look it, but I can be a very patient guy. And killing time is one of my specialities.

No matter what the situation may be, I still take pleasure in witnessing the joy of others.

I would never see her again, except in memory. She was here, and now she's gone. There is no middle ground. Probably is a word that you may find south of the border. But never, ever west of the sun.