J.D. Young Quotes

They're kind of baby steps. We haven't made any measurable impact on the mortality rate or survival of this disease.

Sometimes I'm so deeply buried under self-reproaches that I long for a word of comfort to help me dig myself out again.

I'm sentimental--I know. I'm desperate and silly--I know that too. Oh, help me!

This week I've been reading a lot and doing little work. That's the way things ought to be. That's surely the road to success.

Sleep makes the silence and the terrible fear go by more quickly, helps pass the time, since it's impossible to kill.

A man learns to skate by staggering about and making a fool of himself. Indeed he progresses in all things by resolutely making a fool of himself.

Who else but me is ever going to read these letters?

I've reached the point where I hardly care whether I live or die. The world will keep on turning without me, I can't do anything to change events anyway.

We all didn't come into to the world at the same time so it makes sense that we don't leave it at the same time.

One new feature or fresh take can change everything.

Freedom is a struggle, and we do it together. Not only together as black citizens, but black and white together.

A human being needs only a small plot of ground on which to be happy, and even less to lie beneath.

The maid that loves goes out to sea upon a shattered plank, and puts her trust in miracles for safety.

All my life I had feared to-morrow, until I decided to have faith and to live to-day in courage.

I was completely unhealthy, obese, so I committed to running three miles every morning for six months and following a strict diet, and 100 pounds came off.

I don't like to be labeled, to be anything. I've made the mistake before myself of labeling my music, but it's counter-productive.

Earth is a flower and it's pollinating.

I've become a professional failure - in order to pay the mortgage I have to remain unemployed. Luckily, a disaster always seems to befall me at exactly the right moment.

In New York there is always something to look at, but it is all infinitely more interesting through a window in the backseat of a limousine.

He mourns the dead who lives as they desire.

The soft whispers of the God in man.

The first sure symptom of a mind in health Is rest of heart and pleasure felt at home.

Why don't you think of [God] as the one who is coming, who has been approaching from all eternity... the ultimate fruit of a tree whose leaves we are.

Love is all right, as things go, but lovers can be a terrible waste of a girl's time.

If a rainbow makes a sound, or a flower as it grows, that was the sound of her laughter.

We know we are all tarnished, so we doubt everyone else too. It is sad situation, where we need a leader but cannot really trust anyone.

What is the destiny of man, but to fill up the measure of his sufferings, and to drink his allotted cup of bitterness?

You can't rest on yesterday's growth. You must be dedicated to growing today... and every day.

The right word at the right time helps you make sense of the world. It helps, but sometimes not a lot.

Monogamous musicians are like vegan hockey players.

If the Devil says you cannot pray when you are angry, tell him it is none of his business, and pray until that species of insanity is dispelled and serenity is restored to the mind. (p. 175)

The 'will to power and independence' has become so ubiquitous that it is now considered normal.

Even though you can't finally grasp me, guess what? I still want to be known.

Where do storytellers find the wisdom to discover their own stories? From no place more mysterious than their own hearts.

Did I hear God call me an idiot?

We tend to forget that words are, themselves, ideas. They might be called ideas in a state of suspended animation. When the words are mastered the ideas tend to come alive again.

Sometimes fiction is more easily understood than true events. Reality is often pathetic.

Why is it our failures only show us more clearly the people we are failing?

We can always find each other, we girls with secrets.

By all means use some time to be alone.

Mastery is not something that strikes in an instant, like a thunderbolt, but a gathering power that moves steadily through time, like weather.

Wouldst thou be famed? have those high acts in view, Brave men would act though scandal would ensue.

The love of praise, howe'er conceal'd by art, Reigns more or less, and glows in ev'ry heart.

Who, for the poor renown of being smart, Would leave a sting within a brother's heart?

We nothing know, but what is marvellous; Yet what is marvellous, we can't believe.

What ardently we wish, we soon believe.

What most we wish, with ease we fancy near.

The qualities all in a bee that we meet, In an epigram never should fail; The body should always be little and sweet, And a sting should be felt in its tail.

Fame is the shade of immortality, And in itself a shadow. Soon as caught, Contemn'd; it shrinks to nothing in the grasp.

The chamber where the good man meets his fate Is privileg'd beyond the common walk Of virtuous life, quite in the verge of heaven.