This is God's work. Therefore it must be triumphant. There…

“THE UNFORGIVEN Tell me if you've ever had to deal with these kinds of people: The kind who take and don't give. The kind…

— Suzy Kassem

“There I am then back in the saddle, in my numbed heart a prick of misgiving, like one dying of cancer obliged to consult…

— Samuel Beckett

“In the violent scorn of her revolted pride, of her indignant honor, had she forgotten a lowlier yet harder duty left undone? In her…

— Ouida

Much of the misgiving that Muslims feel for the West stems from our strong emphasis on freedom, always a risky enterprise. I've heard some…

— Philip Yancey

His biggest misgiving came from his concern about the loud crash that was bound to occur and would probably create, if not terror, at…

— Franz Kafka

a little misgiving in the beginning of things, means much regret in the end of them.

— Amelia Barr

“And though I had misgiving--obvious ones, too--one overwhelming thing drove me on: on the borderlands, my father would need me as much as I'd…

— Peter Geye

I return with feelings of misgiving from my third war-I was the first American commander to put his signature to a paper ending a…

— Anonymous

A prudent mind can see room for misgiving, lest he who prospers should one day suffer reverse.

— Sophocles

“That tendency...to lie awake between the hours of two and four, when the chrysalis of faint misgiving becomes so readily the butterfly of panic.”

— John Galsworthy

“Sir Tristram was contemplating with grim misgiving the prospect of encountering vivacity at the breakfast-table for the rest of his life...”

— Georgette Heyer

One receives as reward for much ennui, despondency, boredom -such as a solitude without friends, books, duties, passions must bring with it -those quarter-hours…

— Friedrich Nietzsche

Men ought to know that from nothing else but the brain come joys, delights, laughter and sports, and sorrows, griefs, despondency, and lamentations. And…

— Hippocrates

Spirit of BEAUTY, that dost consecrate With thine own hues all thou dost shine upon Of human thought or form, where art thou gone?…

— Percy Bysshe Shelley

I elbowed my way into the grubby café, bought a pie that tasted of shoe polish and a pot of tea with cork crumbs…

— David Mitchell