A Quote by Og Mandino

Do not listen to those who weep and complain, for their disease is contagious. — © Og Mandino
Do not listen to those who weep and complain, for their disease is contagious.
In the godforsaken, obscene quicksand of life, there is a deafening alleluia rising from the souls of those who weep, and of those who weep with those who weep. If you watch, you will see The hand of God putting the stars back in their skies one by one.
Against the disease of writing one must take special precautions, since it is a dangerous and contagious disease.
The radiation of radium was "contagious"-Contagious like a persistent scent or a disease. It was impossible for an object, a plant, an animal or a person to be left near a tube of radium without immediately acquiring a notable "activity" which a sensitive apparatus could detect.
When my mother died I was very young, And my father sold me while yet my tongue Could scarcely cry weep weep weep weep. So your chimneys I sweep, and in soot I sleep.
I first start with weep with those who weep, rejoice with those who rejoice, be sympathetic, show tenderness and brotherly kindness.
Aggression unopposed becomes a contagious disease.
He who fears to weep, should learn to be kind to those who weep.
Sanity, it would seem, was a dangerously contagious disease.
In the 19th century, smallpox was widely considered a disease of filth, which meant that it was largely understood to be a disease of the poor. According to filth theory, any number of contagious diseases were caused by bad air that had been made foul by excrement or rot.
Insomnia: A contagious disease often transmitted from babies to parents.
Listening to Democrats complain about inflation is like listening to germs complain about disease.
hen we mourn those who die young — those who have been robbed of time — we weep for lost joys. We weep for opportunities and pleasures we ourselves have never known. We feel sure that somehow that young body would have known the yearning delight for which we searched in vain all our lives.
Any disease that is treated as a mystery and acutely enough feared will be felt to be morally, if not literally, contagious.
We flatter those we scarcely know, We please the fleeting guest; And deal full many a thoughtless blow, To those who love us best. Laugh, and the world laughs with you; Weep, and you weep alone; For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth, But has trouble enough of its own. There is new strength, repose of mind, and inspiration in fresh apparel.
Those who enter to buy, support me. Those who come to flatter, please me. Those who complain, teach me how I may please others so that more will come. Those only hurt me who are displeased but do not complain. They refuse me permission to correct my errors and thus improve my service.
Negative thoughts are contagious and they get passed around like a disease. I inoculate myself against the fear of failure.
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