Quotes About Preparation

The day of the Lord so cometh as a thief in the night.

Patience is the ability to count down before you blast off.

You know you're a skydiver when you can't put on a backpack without checking for leg straps.

If you get upset when the toast burns, what are you going to do when your house burns down?

Yet a little sleep, a little slumber, a little folding of the hands to sleep:So shall thy poverty come as one that traveleth, and thy want as an armed man.

Bring hither the fatted calf, and kill it.

Good things come to those who bait.

Let every soul consider what it has forwarded for the morrow. And fear God: God is aware of the things you do.

Plant carrots in January and you'll never have to eat carrots.

Do something today that your future self will thank you for.

Ever underestimate the potential for disaster !

We are told never to cross a bridge until we come to it, but this world is owned by men who have 'crossed bridges' in their imagination far ahead of the crowd.

Sometimes I do get to places just when God's ready to have somebody click the shutter.

Sometimes I arrive just when God's ready to have somone click the shutter.

Sometimes I arrive just when God's ready to have somone click the shutter.

Sometimes I do get to places just when God's ready to have somebody click the shutter.

Porque mostrei enfado com as diligências necessárias para despachar a bagagem, considerou que sofria de horror aos preparativos das viagens, rotulando-me de efodiofóbico.

There was an exhausted woodcutter who kept wasting time and energy chopping wood with a blunt ax because he did not have the time, he said, to stop and sharpen the blade.

You remembers, boy," he says, "there is no bad weathers, only bad clothes.

Everyone seems to agree that the world will end soon and the only essential task is to cleanse the besmirchment from one's soul before that day comes.

Werner lunges for Volkheimer's rifle. All your life you wait, and then it finally comes, and are you ready?

As if every living thing rushes to establish a foothold before some cataclysm arrives.

Snowy, milky, chalky. A color that is the absence of color. Every morning he ties his shoes, packs newspaper inside his coat as insulation against the cold, and begins interrogating the world.

We are the bridge generations, the intermediaries, the ones who do the work so that our descendants will be ready.