“To find buried treasure, we need to dif out the potential that lies within each one. It takes time to discover and… — Harry Setyadi Wijaya Copy Share Image
The wealthiest places in the world are not gold mines, oil fields, diamond mines or banks. The wealthiest place is the cemetery.… — Myles Munroe Copy Share Image
Did you see all that? Did you see that little baby girl? I carried her body and buried it as best I… — Matt Martin Copy Share Image
Everything is judged by its appearance; what is unseen counts for nothing. Never let yourself get lost in the crowd, then, or… — Robert Greene Copy Share Image
But often, in the world’s most crowded streets, But often, in the din of strife, There rises an unspeakable desire After the… — Matthew Arnold Copy Share Image
I have been tested. I have beaten breast cancer. I have buried a child. I started as a secretary. I fought my… — Carly Fiorina Copy Share Image
“Mumbling priests swinging stick cans on their chains and even witch doctors conjuring up curses with a well-buried elephant tooth have a… — N.D. Wilson Copy Share Image
In various ways all of us should be constantly finding people and situations that are dead, buried, and covered up in order… — Millard Fuller Copy Share Image
“Jesus," he buried his face in my neck. "There's nothin' better in the world than hearing you say my name when I'm… — Kristen Ashley Copy Share Image
“He loved her beyond earth, heaven, or hell. Every moment out of her company was agony; every moment with her was the… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
The bottom line is, if you stay home, your message stays home with you. If you stand for justice and equality, you… — John Carlos Copy Share Image
My men are being unmercifully shelled. They cannot hold out if an attack is launched. The firing line and my headquarters are… — Gordon Bennett Copy Share Image
I like to think of myself as a reasonable man. But I have buried too many friends in the too-recent past, and… — Mira Grant Copy Share Image
Even in the winter, in the midst of the storm, the sun is still there. Somewhere above the clouds, it still shines… — Gloria Gaither Copy Share Image
The irony of conversing with a stranger is that your individual lives always look very different and personal, but then you strip… — Charlie Peacock Copy Share Image
