A Quote by David Hobson

To boldly grow where no one has groan before. — © David Hobson
To boldly grow where no one has groan before.

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Be a sinner and sin?? boldly,? but believe and?? rejoice in Christ even more boldly.
To boldly go where no one has gone before
Blest leisure is our curse; like that of Cain, It, makes us wander, wander earth around, To fly that tyrant Thought. As Atlas groan'd The world beneath, we groan beneath an hour.
I landed in Kabul the day before Shock and Awe in Iraq, and you could all but hear the collective groan.
Weep no more, nor sigh, nor groan, Sorrow calls no time that 's gone; Violets plucked, the sweetest rain Makes not fresh nor grow again.
'Boldly going where hundreds have gone before' does not make headlines.
I remember, as a child, a particular groan that my father would sound when he crawled from the bed in the morning. I hear the same groan now, precisely, every morning, when I emerge from my own lair. It's more than an expression of physical weariness - it's an aching of the soul. Even the groans get passed down.
To boldly go where no uploaded metahuman colony has gone before' has a certain ring to it, doesn't it?
Let the word and the legend go before you. Let the world go before you. Let your shadow grow. Let it grow hair on its face. Let it become dark. Given time, words may even enchant an enchanter.
These are the voyages of the starship Enterprise. Its five year mission... to boldly go where no man has gone before.
Be a beneficial presence on the planet. Give your Gifts. Boldly go where no woman or no man has ever gone before.
I used to say, "Go boldly in among the English," and then I used to go boldly in myself.
To boldly split infinitives that no man had split before.
...True prayer is measured by weight, not by length. A single groan before God may have more fullness of prayer in it than a fine oration of great length.
Every time I plant a seed, He say kill it before it grow, he say kill it before they grow.
Get up, groan, write a bit, moan, eat breakfast, write some more, cycle my bike through the Sligo hills, make up country songs as I pedal along, sing them, have lunch, have a nap, groan, moan, write a small bit more, cook dinner, feed wifey, open a bottle, or several, slump, sleep.
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