Danh ngôn của Henry Ward Beecher
Pride slays thanksgiving, but a humble mind is the soil out of which thanks naturally grow. A proud man is seldom a grateful man, for he never thinks he gets as much as he deserves.
Pride slays thanksgiving, but a humble mind is the soil out of which thanks naturally grow. A proud man is seldom a grateful man, for he never thinks he gets as much as he deserves.
Kiêu ngạo làm mất đi sự tạ ơn, nhưng lòng khiêm tốn là mảnh đất để lời cảm ơn tự nhiên phát triển. Một người kiêu hãnh hiếm khi là người biết ơn, vì anh ta không bao giờ nghĩ rằng mình nhận được nhiều như mình xứng đáng.
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- Every artist dips his brush in his own soul, and paints his own nature into his pictures.
- Every charitable act is a stepping stone toward heaven.
- Hold yourself responsible for a higher standard than anybody expects of you. Never excuse yourself.
- Where is human nature so weak as in the bookstore?
- The advertisements in a newspaper are more full knowledge in respect to what is going on in a state or community than the editorial columns are.
Các câu danh ngôn khác của cùng chuyên mục: Thanksgiving
- Across Central Virginia, the traditions of Thanksgiving bring us closer together with those we love. We gather with family and close friends, we share memories and laughter, and we give thanks for the profound blessing of living in the United States.
- Holiday binge-buying has deep roots in American culture: department stores have been associating turkey gluttony with its spending equivalent since they began sponsoring Thanksgiving Day parades in the early 20th century.
- I think most people have that crazy uncle they sit at Thanksgiving dinner with: someone they disagree with politically but love them anyway.
- From too much love of living, From hope and fear set free, We thank with brief thanksgiving Whatever gods may be That no life lives for ever; That dead men rise up never; That even the weariest river Winds somewhere safe to sea.
- I'm thankful for every moment.