Great Throughts Treasury

"I see my path, but I don't know where it leads. Not knowing where I'm going is what inspires me to travel it.""

"Great breakthroughs are always followed by great catastrophes."

"Like the smell of roses that comes from the bushes on a May morning, there are soft loves which you neither feel coming, nor see when they arrive through the loving door that the heart opens for them by itself, as opens in August the flower of dew in the evening. And with no sound or complaint, no cries, or songs, soft and lonely, like the breath of angels, in us they take life, they run through our blood and they, beautiful loves, are reborn from the spirit where they lived. Look for these loves ..., look for them, if you have someone who can offer them to you; since these are the only ones that last in this passing life."

"Happiness, I do not know where to turn to discover you on earth, in the air or the sky; yet I know you exist and are no futile dream."

"After God, long live wine."

"Even though I had been boxing, I had no idea I could beat somebody in the ring. And I had no idea I could really take a punch. When I realized that, I really started taking off."

"Everyone has a different training style and being a female, sometimes you find you have to get really aggressive. Some people respond really well to aggression, some people don't."

"I know that when I get stressed, I want to eat junk food. So now I just know - 'I'm stressed, I want to eat junk food, so I'm going to go work out instead, or eat something healthy.' It really works."

"I like to eat chocolate and pizza - that's my vice! - just like everyone else, but if I do it I have to keep it under control."

"I saw you on a cloudless night at twilight Saint John's Eve setting the fresh herbs to steep In the table bowl for the night and you looked as pretty As a rose in the rose bush drenched In fresh dew. That is why, enamored, With soft sighs I threw my loving arms Around your waist; And you, charming enchantress, With sweet eyes and sweeter talk Beguiled me In placid solace. All the twinkling stars that in space above reside Looked at us smiling with soft-light shine And they were witnesses ah! Of those sighs of yours which reciprocated mine In equal, gentle love. Yet afterward with others more handsome and gallant than I (Though none who love you more For no one ever ever shall) As well, as well, lassie, You were wont to chatter Under the shade of the willow trees Past the field of Rosemaries. That is why I used to sing to you In sullen solitude When wretched me! I saw you with them chatting across the flat lowland: "Be careful, my lassie, about the conversations you have For where many spit, Loam turns to muck." How sad I see you now...! How sad, girl, you are...! Your glowing colors, lassie, whither did they part? Your serene gaze, your sweet singing, lassie, Where, o ill-starred one, where will you find? No longer did I see you, lassie, on the night of Saint John's Eve setting the fresh herbs to steep In the table bowl for the night. No longer did I see you sparkling fresh like rose in the rose hedge for sadly withered you were from weeping so much. Now you go about scarred by pain In search of your good name, Reputation you surrendered, but who will render it? O how, how I wish, my lassie, I could give it back to you for he who loved you true Suffers to see you ailing. But however much I say and say what a wholesome girl you are they reply to me smiling to make of me fun, "Well you know, Frankie, Frank from Pombal, that Where many spit, Loam turns to muck.""

"I'm the type of person who can get a feel for what you need and what I need to do to push you to get you to a breaking point, where you realize that you can't go on this way anymore, that the reason you're heavy is because you're ignoring all the stuff that's going on inside."

"Nothing would make me happier than to train the next winner on 'The Biggest Loser' because it means the world to me. Everybody has a fighter inside them, they just don't realize it."

"I'm constantly feeding my metabolism. But at the same time if I want to go one night and have a nice dinner then I won't sweat it the next day."

"I don't care who you are or what you have gone through - everyone has something they are fighting for."

"I went to the mill of my child's godfather, I went riding the wind, I came riding the air. It's like a thing of enchantment, I went riding the air, I came riding the wind."

"It's not just the physical aspect of boxing, it's the whole fighter mentality that has been ingrained in me through the years as a competitive athlete. One of the hardest things you'll ever do is to box - to get into the ring and to face off with somebody whose whole goal is to knock you out, to hurt you, and to be able to fight back."

"My background is that of a competitive athlete and a fighter, and I'm bringing something totally different to 'The Biggest Loser' that wasn't there before."

"The roosters sing to the dawning day. Get up, my boon, and go away. How can I depart, dearie, How can I go and leave you? The burning tears fall like glittering beads from your lovely dark eyes to our clasped hands. How can I depart if I love you? How can I go and leave you if you send me away with the tongue yet with the heart draw me near? You sheltered me fondly In a corner of your bed, you warmed my cold feet With your gentle, sweet heat And from here together we watched Through the green foliage How the moon tracked Above the stands of pine. How do you pretend that I leave you? How can I go away from you If you are sweeter than honey And milder than the flowers? Darling wizard, dear bewitching wizard, Wizard who made me fall in love with you: Go away from here, darling wizard, Before the sun rises. Dearie, sleep yet a while amid the gentle waves of the sea. Sleep for then you would caress me and call out to me like a lover; It's only with you, little girl, that I can relax contented. The little birds are singing already. Get up, my boon, it's late. Let them sing, Marika; Marika, let them sing... If you are sorry to see me go I rave for to stay. You spent half the night With me, my dearie. Yet while you slept I contented myself with gazing at you And as you slept, smiling between dreams, I fancied that you were an angel?And not with as much chastity would I have kept vigil at the feet of an angel. That's how I want you, my boon, like a saint upon the altar, but go quickly...for the golden sun Shows above the hilltops. I will, but give me a wee kiss before I slip away from you for I still do not know how Those rosy, sweet lips taste. I would with thousandfold love but I must go to confession and it would be a great shame To own so great a sin. Go to confession then, Marika, but when they marry us well married neither confessors nor friars Will avail you any, little girl. Good-bye, pretty rose face! God keep you, laddie!"