It is long ere we discover how rich we are. Our history, we are sure, is quite tame: we have nothing to write, nothing to infer. But our wiser years still run back to the despised recollections of childhood, and always we are fishing up some wonderful article out of that pond; until, by and by, we begin to suspect that the biography of the one foolish person we know is, in reality, nothing less than the miniature paraphrase of the hundred volumes of the Universal History.
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The original story, whatever it was, was told to those who forgot some details and substituted others. The original is long lost in the restorations. They have had the composer accompanied by a gifted sister, who, the inflexible record shows, died years before the song was written. They have seated him at the prim old spindle-legged mahogany desk in the hall at Federal Hill and had him dash it off in the frenzy of inspiration. Or they have followed him to the rocks of the old spring house, whither they have sent him, pencil in hand, and counted the frowns of agony with which he laboriously set down now a strain of melody and again a phrase of words. They have heard him trying it out with the deep booming bass voice of him who had never more than a weak but sweet light baritone. Every writer of it has himself for the hero and has described it as he would himself have acted it before the grand audience of posterity. These various stories cling about Federal Hill, the outgrowth of the human desire for contact with the vague figures of the past.
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The Wheel of Time turns, and Ages come and pass, leaving memories that become legend. Legend fades to myth, and even myth is long forgotten when the Age that gave it birth comes again.
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I was in the drug store the other day trying to get a cold medication... Not easy. There's an entire wall of products you need. You stand there going, Well, this one is quick acting but this is long lasting...Which is more important, the present or the future?
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Each morning is a new beginning of our life. Each day is a finished whole. The present day marks the boundary of our cares and concerns. It is long enough to find God or loose Him, to keep faith or fall into disgrace. God created day and night for us so we need not wander without boundaries, but may be able to see in every morning the goal of the evening ahead. Just as the ancient sun rises anew everyday, so the eternal mercy of God is new every morning. Every morning God gives us the gift of comprehending anew His faithfulness of old; thus in the midst of our life with God, we may daily begin a new life with Him. In the first moments of the new day are for God's liberating grace, God's sanctifying presence. Before the heart unlocks itself for the world, God wants to open it for Himself; before the ear takes in the countless voices of the day, it should hear in the early hours the voice of the Creator and Redeemer. God prepared the stillness of the first morning for Himself. It should remain His.
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Those whose life is long still strive for gain, and for all mortals all things take second place to money.
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Regarding the placement of a casino in Fort Smith by the UKB in Oklahoma, judgment should be reserved until the land is placed in trust. In general, the process is long. We've had one in process for seven years and that's not for gaming. If it's for gaming, that's a separate process and it's more difficult.
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I unfortunately believe and I use the word unfortunately because Speaker Black's career is long and illustrious that this matter needs to be referred to the district attorney for the district attorney to look at that issue and make those decisions.
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It is long accepted by the missionaries that morality is inversely proportional to the amount of clothing people wore.
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The road to learning by precept is long, but by example short and effective.
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It is long since I have learned to hold popular opinion of no value.
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Life well spent is long.
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The road to truth is long, and lined the entire way with annoying bastards
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The road to truth is long, and lined the entire way with annoying bastards.
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The arc of the moral universe is long but it bends toward justice.
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Don't place too much confidence in the man who boasts of being as honest as the day is long. Wait until you meet him at night.
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A long life may not be good enough, but a good life is long enough.
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2 Peter 3:9:
The Lord is not slow in keeping his promise, as some understand slowness. Instead he is patient with you, not wanting anyone to perish, but everyone to come to repentance.
(NIV)
The Lord does not delay and is not tardy or slow about what He promises, according to some people's conception of slowness, but He is long-suffering (extraordinarily patient) toward you, not desiring that any should perish, but that all should turn to repentance.
(AMP)
The Lord is not slack concerning his promise, as some men count slackness; but is longsuffering to us-ward, not willing that any should perish, but that all should come to repentance.
(KJV)
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Art is long, life short judgment difficult, opportunity transient.
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Art is long, life short, judgment difficult, opportunity transient.
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The path of precept is long, that of example short and effectual.
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When your day is long,
and the night is yours alone,
when you're sure you've had enough
of this life,
then hang on.
Don't let yourself go,
because everybody cries.
Everybody hurts sometimes...
so hold on, hold on, hold on.
Everybody hurts.
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Well, I think it's a title it certainly deserves. He deserves it, after what Arnold has meant to the game of golf, not only here in the United States but around the world. It's certainly something that I think is long overdue.
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Our span of life is brief, but is long enough for us to live well and honestly.
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The way is long if one follows precepts, but short... if one follows patterns.
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Life, if well lived, is long enough.
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