It's the damage that we do and never know. It's the words that we don't say that scare me so.
Money-crimes have an abstract quality. History is laden with the victims of gold, but their remains are odorless.
Flattery's fire is hidden. Its sweet taste is apparent, but the smoke is bound to come out at last.
You never quite know what you do in life that leaves a seed behind that grows into an oak tree.
Not one of us knows what effect his life produces, and what he gives to others; that is hidden from us and must remain so, though we are often allowed to see some little fraction of it, so that we may not lose courage.
You think you're being given all of these things: phones that can communicate with other devices, car service that's better than a taxi, all of these amazing things that are available to you at any time. It isn't until you've swum across the river that you can start to see the negative aspects of it all.
What I'm concerned with is what I would call the missing history - the invisible imprint of our stay on Earth and in time.
Cause getting your dreams It's strange, but it seems A little -- well -- complicated There's a kind of a sort of : cost There's a couple of things get : lost There are bridges you cross You didn't know you crossed Until you've crossed.
This deal is a sugar-coated satan sandwich. If you lift the bun, you will not like what you see.
A garden is an awful responsibility. You never know what you may be aiding to grow in it.
Choices, more choices than we like afterward to believe, are made far backward in the innocence of childhood.
Future is my brother. He has no idea how big what he does is.
Our interests are grains of opium to our consciences, but they only put it to sleep for a terrible awakening.
