Yes, he [Mahatma Gandhi] was a great man. However. . . between me and Gandhi there was never the understanding there was between me and my father.
I resisted the temptation to turn around and stick out my tongue in derision at Beliquose. After all, there was no telling when or if we should meet again, and I certainly did not need him saying, 'Ah yes, Poe, the fellow whose trespasses i could have forgiven in their entirety. . . except for the tongue thing. Yes, for that, you must surely die. '
Sobriety diminishes, discriminates, and says no; drunkenness expands, unites, and says yes. Not through mere perversity do men run after it.
We cannot say no to temptation without saying yes to something far better.
Yes I am finally hanging up my boots for good.
It would have been inconceivable that Eva [Braun] would ever have criticized [Adolf Hitler] to me. To his face? Yes, she would, but to me or anybody in our family? Never. And woe to anybody who dared criticize him to her.
Yes, there's such a thing as luck in trial law but it only comes at 3 o'clock in the morning. You'll still find me in the library looking for luck at 3 o'clock in the morning.
That's part of American greatness, is discrimination. Yes, sir. Inequality, I think, breeds freedom and gives a man opportunity.
I have stood on a mountain of no's for one yes.
I am going to die of love. . . . daroga. . . . I am dying of love. . . . That's how it is. . . I loved her so! And I love her still. . . daroga. . . . . and I am dying of love for her, I tell you! if you knew how beautiful she was when she let me kiss her. . . It was the first. . . time, daroga, the first time I ever kissed a woman. . Yes, alive. . . I kissed her alive. . . . And she looked as beautiful as if she had been dead!
Guard against idols -- yes, guard against all idols, of which surely the greatest is oneself.
I’m home. Ya happy now?’ Beck’s gravelly voice demanded. ‘Yes, I am. ’ ‘Yer’ treatin’ me like i’m some idiot kid,’ he complained. ‘Gee, I wonder where I learned that?’ He hung up on her.
If you take a book with you on a journey," Mo had said when he put the first one in her box, "an odd thing happens: The book begins collecting your memories. And forever after you have only to open that book to be back where you first read it. It will all come into your mind with the very first words: the sights you saw in that place, what it smelled like, the ice cream you ate while you were reading it. . . yes, books are like flypaper—memories cling to the printed page better than anything else.
Isabelle is like a warrior going into battle and she needs… you said yes? You'd really choose an inexperienced squire?" she asked, her voice incredulous. He laughed. "I would. " She smiled. "You're lying to me to make me feel better. It's all right. It's working. Now tell me another lie.
Half of the troubles of this life can be traced to saying yes too quickly and not saying no soon enough.
You love new boyfriend?" "I think so. Yes. " "Then you must spoil him. And he must spoil you.
The courage to say no, the courage to say yes. Decisions do determine Destiny.
This emotion I'm feeling now, this is love, right?" "I don't know. Is it a longing? Is it a giddy stupid happiness just because you're with me?" "Yes," she said. "That's influenza," said Miro. "Watch for nausea or diarrhea within a few hours.
President David O. McKay put it beautifully when he said, speaking of mothers, 'This ability and willingness properly to rear children, the gift to love, and eagerness, yes, longing to express it in soul development, make motherhood the noblest office or calling in the world. . . ' (Gospel Ideals, Salt Lake City: Improvement Era, 1953, pp. 453-54).
I am driven by what you are able to accomplish and how you are able to help some people. I go about it each and every day, sometimes I think I say yes too much and I am too busy in my life.
