PREMIUM FEATURE

Advanced Search Filters

Filter search results by source, date, and more with our premium search tools.

We call on the gods, and the gods well know
what storms torment us, sailors whirled to nothing.
But if we are to live and reach the haven,
one small seed could grow a mighty tree -

Share Your Favorite Quotes

Know a quote that's missing? Help grow our collection.

Thus he died, and all the life struggled out of him;
and as he died he spattered me with the dark red
and violent driven rain of bitter-savored blood
to make me glad, as gardens stand among the showers
of God in glory at the birthtime of the buds.

Temos de suportar com o coração impávido a sorte que nos é imposta e admitir a impossibilidade de fazermos frente à força irresistível da fatalidade.