#grant

The world is full of genies waiting to grant your wishes. ↗

— Percy Ross

#genies #grant #waiting #wishes #world

You're staring," Lana said. "Yes. I am. I'm a teenage boy. Beautiful girls in wet underwear have a tendency to cause staring in teenage boys. ↗

— Michael Grant

#humor #lana #michael-grant #plague #sanjit

In Illinois, community, migrant, homeless and public housing health centers operate 268 primary care sites and serve close to 1 million patients every year. ↗

— Jan Schakowsky

#centers #close #community #every #health

The attacks on the Paris Metro in the 1990s were committed by members of the local Muslim community, immigrants from the Maghreb region of North Africa. ↗

— Otto Schily

#attacks #committed #community #immigrants #local

I identify with Superman. I am adopted, I am an only child, and I love the idea that he comes from another world, that he's the ultimate immigrant. He has all these extraordinary powers, and he has a righteousness about him. ↗

— Bryan Singer

#adopted #am #another #child #comes

Nearly every study shows that competition from cheap foreign labor undercuts the wages of American workers and legal immigrants. ↗

— Lamar S. Smith

#american workers #cheap #competition #every #foreign

What most experimenters take for granted before they begin their experiments is infinitely more interesting than any results to which their experiments lead. ↗

— Norbert Wiener

#before #begin #experiments #granted #infinitely

I started this foundation when I was diagnosed. It was established for one reason, and that was to try to find a cure for MS. Every penny, 100% of the public donations that come into this are given back out in the form of grants to colleges and researchers around the world. ↗

— Montel Williams

#back #colleges #come #cure #diagnosed

Every night I used to pray that I’d find my people, and finally I did on the open road. We had nothing to lose, nothing to gain, nothing we desired anymore, except to make our lives into a work of art. ↗

— Lana Del Rey

#born-to-die #elizabeth-woolridge-grant #life #lyrics #music

Poor Father, I see his final exploration. He arrives at the new place, his hair risen in astonishment, his mouth and eyes dumb. His toe scuffs a soft storm of sand, he kneels and his arms spread in pantomimic celebration, the immigrant, as in every moment of his life, arriving eternally on the shore of his Self. ↗

— E.L. Doctorow

#immigrant #salvation #self #self-awareness #death