Great Throughts Treasury

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Ethiopian Proverbs

A belt fastened while running will come undone while running.

Love | Taste |

Ester and Jerry Hicks

People say, "If I'm always setting goals and reaching for the future, then am I not squandering my now?" And we say, if in your NOW, you are using a future event to make you feel good, you are still feeling good in your now. And that's the best use of NOW that you could ever find.

Desire |

Étienne Pivert de Senancour

Contain or repress their desires, this n ' is not the fight with obstinacy.

Love |

Eugene Peterson

We must extend the boundaries of our lives beyond the dates enclosed by our birth and death and acquire an understanding of God’s way as something larger and more complete than the anecdotes in our private diaries. Otherwise, we will always be “mistaking a sore throat for a descent into hell.”

Desire | Fulfillment | God | Growth | Infancy | Means | God | Blessed |

Eugene O'Neill, fully Eugene Gladstone O'Neill

It will be faithful realism, at least. Stammering is the native eloquence of us fog people.

Love | Nothing | Warning | World |

Eugene O'Neill, fully Eugene Gladstone O'Neill

Supposing I was to tell you that it's just Beauty that's calling me, the beauty of the far off and unknown, the mystery and spell of the East which lures me in the books I've read, the need of the freedom of great wide spaces, the joy of wandering on and on — in quest of the secret which is hidden over there, beyond the horizon?

Gold | Race | Strength |

Eugene O'Neill, fully Eugene Gladstone O'Neill

Why canÂ’t you remember your Shakespeare and forget the third-raters. YouÂ’ll find what youÂ’re trying to say in him- as youÂ’ll find everything else worth saying. 'We are such stuff as dreams are made on, and our little life is rounded with sleep.'' 'Fine! ThatÂ’s beautiful. But I wasnÂ’t trying to say that. We are such stuff as manure is made on, so letÂ’s drink up and forget it. ThatÂ’s more my idea.

Beauty | Earth | Life | Life | Love | Order | Beauty | Afraid |

Étienne Pivert de Senancour

I can do what I want, but the trouble is that I do not quite know what to do.

Enjoyment | Love | Man | Pain | Pleasure | Sense |

Eugene Peterson

Have no fear about doing so, for we have a “warts-and-all” religion.

Cause | Children | Family | God | Grace | Mind | God | Learn |

Étienne Pivert de Senancour

The love is huge, it is not infinite.

Love |

Étienne Pivert de Senancour

Live joyfully, there is no other wisdom , do enjoy your similar , there is no other virtue .

Hope |

Étienne Pivert de Senancour

Too many opportunities to acquire seem to diminish the value of what we have

Hope |

Eugene O'Neill, fully Eugene Gladstone O'Neill

It wasn't the fog I minded, Cathleen. I really love fog. It hides you from the world and the world from you. You feel that everything has changed, and nothing is what it seemed to be. No one can find or touch you anymore. ItÂ’s the foghorn I hate. It won't let you alone. It keeps reminding you, and warning you, and calling you back.

Little | Love | Will |

Étienne Pivert de Senancour

Without doubt it is natural to include that love long what we love so much.

Love | Man | Melancholy | Pain | Pleasure | Sense |

Eudora Welty

My main disappointment was always that a book had to end. And then what? But I don't think I was ever disappointed by the books. I must have been what any author would consider an ideal reader. I felt every pain and pleasure suffered or enjoyed by all the characters. Oh, but I identified!

Beauty | Day | Love | Story | Beauty |

Eugene O'Neill, fully Eugene Gladstone O'Neill

Let him come! I have seen them come before -- at Margesfontein, Spion Kiopje, Modder River. Stepping into battle, left right left right, waving their silly swords, so afraid they couldn't show off how brave they was, and with mine rifle I kills them so easy! [General Wetjoen talking about the Boer War]

Children | Hate | Land | Life | Life | Love | Teach |

Eugene O'Neill, fully Eugene Gladstone O'Neill

You mustn't feel sorry for me. Don't you see I'm happy at last — free — free! — freed from the farm — free to wander on and on — eternally! Look! Isn't it beautiful beyond the hills? I can hear the old voices calling me to come — And this time I'm going! It isn't the end. It's a free beginning — the start of my voyage! I've won to my trip — the right of release — beyond the horizon! Oh, you ought to be glad — glad — for my sake!

Happy | Love |

Étienne Pivert de Senancour

The man is perishable. It can, but perish in resistant, and if nothing we are booked, not do not that this is a justice!

Enjoyment | Love | Man |

Eugene Peterson

Instead of asking, “Why does this happen Why do I feel left in the lurch” we can ask “How does it happen that there are people who sing with such confidence, ‘God’s strong name is our help’”

Competence | God | Growth | Habit | Knowing | Knowledge | Love | People | Understanding | God |