A Quote by John D. Rockefeller

I never placed my head upon the pillow at night without reminding myself that my success might only be temporary. — © John D. Rockefeller
I never placed my head upon the pillow at night without reminding myself that my success might only be temporary.
Real merit requires as much labor, to be placed in a true light, as humbug to be elevated to an unworthy eminence; only the success of the false is temporary, that of the true, immortal.
leave me in peace, let me sleep one night at least without my pillow being wet with tears, my eyes burning and my head throbbing
i made myself a snowball As perfect as can be. I thought I'd keep it as a pet, And let it sleep with me. I made it some pajamas And a pillow for it's head. Then last night it ran away, But first - It wet the bed.
Success has never gone to my head. Profession is important, no doubt, but it can't be of greater significance than your family. My priority is to be happy for as long as I live. Fame and money are after all, temporary.
When I lay my head on the pillow at night I can say I was a decent person today. That's when I feel beautiful.
SUCCESS is being able to come home, lay your head on the pillow and SLEEP in PEACE.
I buried my head under the darkness of the pillow and pretended it was night. I couldn't see the point of getting up. I had nothing to look forward to.
Every night that I put my head on the pillow, I go to sleep knowing that I can do more. I'm working toward perfection. I'm trying to be the best ever.
If you know someone who has lost a child, and you're afraid to mention them because you think you might make them sad by reminding them that they died-you're not reminding them. They didn't forget they died. What you're reminding them of is that you remembered that they lived, and that is a great gift.
What I do notice is, man, I sleep hard. When my head hits the pillow at night, it feels like five o'clock rolls around real quick.
Remember when i slept with my head in a puddle at your feet? It was humility, or atonement. later your ankle was a pillow and finally you pulled me up and in my sleep i placed your hand above my heart, like i forgot i didn't live there anymore
Your pillow alone may be home to 40 million bed mites. (To them your head is just one large oily bon-bon). And don't think a clean pillow-case will make a difference... Indeed, if your pillow is six years old--which is apparently about the average age for a pillow--it has been estimated that one-tenth of its weight will be made up of sloughed skin, living mites, dead mites and mite dung.
The person who achieves spectacular failure has at least attempted something bold. Failure is a temporary condition. Success is likewise temporary. Life, itself, is temporary - so quit hesitating. Do something!
As a colored woman I might enter Washington any night, stranger in a strange land, and walk miles without finding a place to lay my head
Politics is like waking up in the morning. You never know whose head you'll find on the pillow.
I've never enjoyed sleep as much until I got the 'Today' job. There is something about early sleep that's much better than late sleep. I feel myself going to sleep; I don't just plonk my head on the pillow. It's a sort of winding-down thing.
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