“The greatest ideas, the most profound thoughts, and the most beautiful poetry are born from the womb of silence.”

Three enemies of personal peace: regret over yesterday’s mistakes, anxiety over tomorrow’s problems, and ingratitude for today’s blessings.

Today is a most unusual day, because we have never lived it before; we will never live it again; it is the only day we have.

The pessimist complains about the wind; the optimist expects it to change; the realist adjusts the sails.

Raised voices lower esteem. Hot tempers cool friendships. Loose tongues stretch truth. Swelled heads shrink influence. Sharp words dull respect.

If you would be interesting, be interested, if you would be pleased, be pleasing, if you would be loved, be loveable, if you would be helped be helpful.

Opportunities are like sunrises. If you wait too long, you miss them.

The essence of life is to care. The beauty of life is to give.

Our greatest challenge-our greatest opportunity-is found in these words: ‘Choose ye this day.’

Optimists enrich the present, enhance the future, challenge the improbable and attain the impossible.

The adventure of life is to learn.

Everyone has a common, yet unique, responsibility to the future: to make the most of today.

Vow to be valiant. Resolve to be radiant. Determine to be dynamic. Strive to be sincere. Aspire to be attuned.

To the optimist all doors have handles and hinges; to the pessimist, all doors have locks and latches.

Real optimism is aware of problems but recognizes the solutions.

The more we count the blessings we have, the less we crave the luxuries we haven’t.

Gratitude can transform common days into thanksgivings, turn routine jobs into joy, and change ordinary opportunities into blessings.”

What could be more beautiful than a dear old lady growing wise with age? Every age can be enchanting, provided you live within it.

Always remember, you are beautiful.

Nothing is more beautiful than a smile that has struggled through tears.

Sometimes we’re gonna have our bad days, but we must continue to work to be great. Keep smiling. It looks beautiful on you!!

My mother always called me an ugly weed, so I never was aware of anything until I was older. Plain girls should have someone telling them they are beautiful. Sometimes this works miracles.

No more hard work than look beautiful with eight in the morning until midnight.

My weaknesses had become my strengths, my ugliness had become beauty, my apathy to the world had become a desire to save it.

Don’t you find it a beautiful clean thought, a world empty of people, just uninterrupted grass, and a hare sitting up?