Trust yourself. Create the kind of self that you will be happy to live with all your life. Make the most of yourself by fanning the tiny, inner sparks of possibility into flames of achievement.
GOLDA MEIRFrom Russia I didn’t bring out a single happy memory, only sad, tragic ones. The nightmare of pogroms, the brutality of Cossacks charging young Socialists, fear, shrieks of terror.
More Golda Meir Quotes
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There is only one thing I hope to see before I die, and that is that my people should not need expressions of sympathy anymore.
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Can we today measure devotion to husband and children by our indifference to everything else?
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We don’t want wars even when we win.
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It isn’t enough to believe in something; you have to have the stamina to meet obstacles and overcome them, to struggle.
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Being seventy is not a sin. It’s not a joy, either.
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How does it feel to be a woman minister? I don’t know; I’ve never been a man minister.
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I must govern the clock, not be governed by it.
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The modern woman asks herself: Is there something wrong with me if my children don’t fill up my life?
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Ability hits the mark where presumption overshoots and diffidence falls short.
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I’m sure that someday children in schools will study the history of the men who made war as you study an absurdity. They’ll be shocked, just as today we’re shocked with cannibalism.
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Show me a sensible person who likes himself or herself! I know myself too well to like what I see. I know but too well that I’m not what I’d like to be.
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I never did anything alone. Whatever was accomplished in this country was accomplished collectively.
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The world hates a Jew who hits back. The world loves us only when we are to be pitied.
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We Jews have a secret weapon in our struggle with the Arabs; we have no place to go.
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From Russia I didn’t bring out a single happy memory, only sad, tragic ones. The nightmare of pogroms, the brutality of Cossacks charging young Socialists, fear, shrieks of terror.
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