Anne Frank Quotes

For many in baseball September is a month of stark contrast with April, when everyone had dared to hope. If baseball is a lot like life, as pundits declare, it is because life is more about losing than winning.

American dreams are strongest in the hearts of those who have seen America only in their dreams.

And New Year's Eve is very, very important to me.

The sparrow that is twittering on the edge of my balcony is calling up to me this moment a world of memories that reach over half my lifetime, and a world of hope that stretches farther than any flight of sparrows.

Simply because we were licked a hundred years before we started is no reason for us not to try to win.

Reflecting on his years in prison, Nelson Mandela wrote that there were dark moments that tested his faith in humanity, but he refused to give up.

It'll be great. Of course I was disappointed last year. But . . I'll get my revenge.

Our people were not happy. I knew at some point we were going to win. It's a little unfair, but that's the reality. To some degree, it became a one-game season for some folks.

Still, there was also was something reassuring about working for Commercial, almost hopeful. Like things that were lost could be found again. As we drove away, I always tried to imagine what it would be like to open your door to find something you had given up on.

Was there any human urge more pitiful-or more intense- than wanting another chance at something?

She said a good day ain't got no rain She said a bad day is when I lie in the bed And I think of things that might have been

celebratin' New Year's Eve is like eatin' oranges. You got to let go your dignity t' really enjoy 'em.

Sometimes I wish there were do over years or fast forward days

That's the point, isn't it? We have to live on, no matter how hard it gets. We'll win in the end.

I felt more alone that week than any. Sometimes I'd feel a body lying next to me like an amputee feels a phantom limb. All I did was think about Jennie Gerhardt and Alice Quinn and all the decades of people I had known. The more I thought, the more I felt like crying. Life seemed so sweet and so sad, and so hard to let go of in the end. But hey, man, every day is a brand new deal, right? Just keep on working and something's bound to turn up.

Should auld acquaintance be forgot and never brought to mind? Should auld acquaintance be forgot and days of auld lang syne? For auld lang syne, my dear, for auld lang syne, we'll take a cup of kindness yet, for auld lang syne.

We will cease to be angry once we cease to be so hopeful.

You learn things in adversity that you would never have discovered without trouble. There is always a seed of hope.

... sooner or later she had to give up the hope for a better past.

We are not going to die." Butters stared up at me, pale, his eyes terrified. "We're not?" No. And do you know why?" He shook his head. "Because Thomas is too pretty to die. And because I'm too stubborn to die." I hauled on the shirt even harder. "And most of all because tomorrow is Oktoberfest, Butters, and polka will never die.

That's what life is all about: Let's have a party. Let's have it tonight.