Tardiness often robs us opportunity, and the dispatch of our forces.
Tardiness often robs us opportunity, and the dispatch of our forces.
All the lessons of history in four sentences: Whom the gods would destroy, they first make mad with power. The mills of God grind slowly, but they grind exceedingly small. The bee fertilizes the flower it robs. When it is dark enough, you can see the stars.
I think it's safe to say that each of us has at least one issue we are passionate about and struggle with, issues that robs us of our peace, our joy and our ability to experience love.
No passion so effectually robs the mind of all its powers of acting and reasoning as fear.
The death tax robs parents of the opportunity to pass something along to their children, and it is responsible for destroying a lot of family-owned businesses.
Worry never robs tomorrow of its sorrow, it only saps today of its joy.
People from both political parties have long recognized that welfare without work creates negative incentives that lead to permanent poverty. It robs people of self-esteem.
The estate tax punishes years of hard work and robs families of part of their heritage by imposing a huge penalty on inheritance after death - a tax on money that has already been taxed.
I grant, sweet love, thy lovely argument
Deserves the travail of a worthier pen,
Yet what of thee thy poet doth invent
He robs thee of, and pays it thee again.
The video forum for me has been a source of great consternation because once you start projecting a look to a song, it robs the listener of their ability to adopt that song and make the lyric their own.
He who tampers with the currency robs labor of its bread.
A government that robs Peter to pay Paul can always depend on the support of Paul.
We must overcome the notion that we must be regular... it robs you of the chance to be extraordinary and leads you to the mediocre.
Loving can cost a lot but not loving always costs more, and those who fear to love often find that want of love is an emptiness that robs the joy from life.
Such civil war is in my love and hate
That I an accessary needs must be
To that sweet thief which sourly robs from me.
The pleasure we feel in criticizing robs us from being moved by very beautiful things.
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