Same Quotes (page 2)
No Difference. Small as a peanut, Big as a giant, We're all the same size. When we turn off the light. Rich as a sultan, Poor as a mite, We're all worth the same. When we turn off the light. Red, black or orange, Yellow or white, We all look the same. When we turn off the light. So maybe the way, To make everything right. Is for god to just reach out. And turn off the light!
Shel Silverstein
My grandmother told me once that when you lose somebody you think you've lost the whole world as well, but that's not the way things turn out in the end. Eventually, you pick yourself up and look out the window, and once you do you see everything that was there before the world ended is out there still. There are the same apple trees and the same songbirds, and over our heads, the very same sky that shines like heaven, so far above us we can never hope to reach such heights.
Alice Hoffman
Long after her death I felt her thoughts floating through mine. Long before we met we had had the same dreams. We compared notes. We found strange affinities. The same June of the same year (1919) a stray canary had fluttered into her house and mine, in two widely separated countries. Oh, Lolita, had you love me thus!
Vladimir Nabokov
To Peter at Galilee, Jesus said, ‘Follow me.’ To Philip came the same instruction, ‘Follow me.’ And to the publican Levi, who was sitting at receipt of customs, came the beckoning call, ‘Follow me.’ Even to one who came running after him, one who had great possessions, came the words, ‘Follow me.’ And to you and to me that same voice, this same Jesus, says, ‘Follow me.’ Are we willing to obey?
Thomas S. Monson
But it is the bane of psychology to suppose that where results are similar, processes must be the same. Psychologists are too apt to reason as geometers would, if the latter were to say that the diameter of a circle is the same thing as its semi-circumference, because, forsooth, they terminate in the same two points.
William James
It's a strange thing, how you can love somebody, how you can be all eaten up inside with needing them--and they simply don't need you. That's all there is to it, and neither of you can do anything about it. And they'll be the same way with someone else, and someone else will be the same way about you and it goes on and on--this desperate need--and only once in a rare million do the same two people need each other.
Madeleine L'Engle
Dying. Is an art, like everything else. I do it exceptionally well. I do it so it feels like hell. I do it so it feels real. I guess you could say I've a call. It's easy enough to do it in a cell. It's easy enough to do it and stay put. It's the theatrical. Comeback in broad day. To the same place, the same face, the same brute. Amused shout:'A miracle!'That knocks me out.
Sylvia Plath