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Amor fati is a Latin phrase that may be translated as "love of fate" or "love of one's fate".It is used to describe an attitude in which one sees everything that happens in one's life, including suffering and loss, as good or, at the very least, necessary.
Churchill's speech lasted nearly fifty minutes, in which he first stated "Almost a year has passed since the war began, and it is natural for us, I think, to pause on our journey at this milestone and survey the dark, wide field" [9] going on to say that, so far, there had been many fewer casualties than at the same point in the First World War, stating that the war was not a "prodigious ...
Berkshire was positive about the two leads, saying "appealing young actors come off as competent, nothing more, given a context that can't be transcended." He described the direction as "nothing to be ashamed of here, but nothing of any distinction, either", and noted the soundtrack as a not unexpected plus. [30]
“Home is a shelter from storms — all sorts of storms.” — William J. Bennett, former U.S. Secretary of Education “No matter who you are or where you are, instinct tells you to go home.”
2. "There is nothing I would not do for those who are really my friends. I have no notion of loving people by halves, it is not my nature." — Jane Austen
On learning "Without the method of learning, you're like a one-legged man in an ass-kicking contest. It's just not going to work very well." — 2021 Daily Journal Annual Meeting “In my whole ...
nothing achieved without hard work: Motto of Palmerston North Boys' High School: nihil dicit: he says nothing: In law, a declination by a defendant to answer charges or put in a plea. nihil difficile amanti puto [5] Nothing is difficult in the eyes of a lover. From Cicero's Orator. nihil enim lacrima citius arescit: nothing dries sooner than a tear
Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me; Still waters run deep; Strike while the iron is hot; Stupid is as stupid does; Success has many fathers, while failure is an orphan (A) swarm in May is worth a load of hay; a swarm in June is worth a silver spoon; but a swarm in July is not worth a fly