Gifted Quotes

“Personality begins where comparison leaves off. Be unique. Be memorable. Be confident. Be proud.”
― Shannon L. Alder

“She has man's brain--a brain that a man should have were he much gifted--and woman's heart. The good God fashioned her for a purpose, believe me when He made that so good combination.”
― Bram Stoker, Dracula

“An exceedingly confident student would in theory make a terrible student. Why would he take school seriously when he feels that he can outwit his teachers?”
― Criss Jami, Killosophy

“Every man has a specific skill, whether it is discovered or not, that more readily and naturally comes to him than it would to another, and his own should be sought and polished. He excels best in his niche - originality loses its authenticity in one's efforts to obtain originality.”
― Criss Jami, Salomé: In Every Inch In Every Mile

“There is a master way with words which is not learned but is instead developed: a deaf man develops exceptional vision, a blind man exceptional hearing, a silent man, when given a piece of paper...”
― Criss Jami, Venus in Arms

“So, what can I do?” I asked.

“Annoy?”

I gave him a hurt look.

Justus pulled the tip of his hoodie over his eye and lowered his voice. “It remains to be seen; sometimes it takes years to uncover abilities.”

“Maybe I can’t do anything.”

His blue eyes flashed up to mine. “Learner, we are all gifted.”
― Dannika Dark, Sterling

“We are treasure chests with more jewels inside than we can imagine.”
― Ifeanyi Enoch Onuoha

“There are times when the unseen can be even more dangerous than what our eyes behold.”
― Erin Forbes, Fire & Ice: The Elementals

“He was one of those people things came easily to, but he did little to demonstrate that he deserved to be gifted.”
― John Irving, In One Person

“The quiet ones, the introverts, are uniquely gifted. We have tremendous patience and empathy. We don’t need to say much, yet we’re able to build deep connections and rapport with those around us. The act of displaying Quiet Confidence is much easier to cultivate than we think. It’s built-in, a bundled accessory, we simply have to activate it!”
― Joel Annesley, Quiet Confidence: Breaking Up with Shyness

“Upon the gifted among the misfits lies the burden of building new worlds.”
― M. Mead

“Childhood does not last forever,' said Juniper. 'Although I believe the childish soul can endure for an eternity.”
― Erin Forbes, Fire & Ice: The Kindred Woods

“Genius is only gifted to the few who are ready to go beyond their comfort-zones. Those who are not satisfied only with the theoretical ideologies.”
― Mwanandeke Kindembo, What They Asked Me: The Fear of Living and Dying Young

“There is one kind of charity common enough among us… It is that patchwork philanthropy which clothes the ragged, feeds the poor, and heals the sick. I am far from decrying the noble spirit which seeks to help a poor or suffering fellow being… [However] what advances a nation or a community is not so much to prop up its weakest and most helpless members, but to lift up the best and the most gifted, so as to make them of the greatest service to the country.”
― Jamsetji Tata

“We each harbour a talent. It hibernates within us, snug yet eager, waiting for the first darling buds of opportunity to emerge.”
― Kevin Ansbro

“Grand Pabbie was right- love can really thaw any curse," Kristoff said.
"Love can thaw..." Elsa repeated. "Of course!"
All that time she had allowed herself to be wrapped up in fear- fear of being alone, fear of never finding Anna, fear of destroying the kingdom with her powers. That fear had held her prisoner since she had learned she had magic inside her. It was just as Grand Pabbie had said: she needed to learn to control her magic. If only she embraced the beauty in her life and the magic she'd been gifted- gifted, not cursed with!- then she could move mountains.”
― Jen Calonita, Conceal, Don't Feel

“A mere compliment has been the seed of some people’s downfall.”
― Mokokoma Mokhonoana

“Life doesn’t owe me. However, it liberally gifts me.”
― Craig D. Lounsbrough

“I need something to remind me that happiness is a gift, not a right. Pain does that quite expertly.”
― Craig D. Lounsbrough

“Ah, life… ’tis a difficult battle to fight,' said Willoughby, 'but the beautiful moments will always make up for the sorrow.”
― Erin Forbes, Fire & Ice: The Kindred Woods

“We may not necessarily be all that gifted, but we certainly have passion. And maybe we should start understanding that passion is a gift of such importance that without it any other gift doesn’t matter. Therefore, we are gifted indeed.”
― Craig D. Lounsbrough

“She was sorceress on paper, a goddess in her mind but a mere peasant to everyone living in her present times.”
― Curtis Tyrone Jones

“If you haven’t got the gift no one can give it to you, but if you have you can be taught how to use it.”
― W. Somerset Maugham, Theatre

“Being humble does not mean denying being great.”
― Mokokoma Mokhonoana

“They hated me, because they knew from birth that i m bigger than them.”
― Nkahloleng Eric Mohlala

“Isaac took a long swig from the unmarked bottle. He'd tasted her cider before, but this bottle was completely different, yet just as wonderful. The apple was more prominent, yet not sweet, almost funky but in a good, blue-cheese way. He held the bottle up to the light and could see the sediment swirling in the bottom.
"This is amazing- so different from the other one."
Sanna grinned.
"You really like Olive? I wasn't sure when I blended it. Not everyone likes the murkiness."
"Olive?"
Sanna leaned against the counter, putting her weight on her wrist as she studied him for a long moment, her eyes squinting. She took a long drink from her own bottle.
"I see colors when I make ciders. I can't explain it. Each juice has its own hue. That's what those paintings represent."
She pointed at the watercolors over the fireplace. "A new color comes to me, and I blend the juices until I can re-create it in the flavor. And this one is Olive."
"You color-code your ciders?" He struggled to understand what she was telling him.
"No." She reached across the counter and pulled her journal toward her. She opened it and handed it to Isaac. As she sipped her cider, he studied the page, then the next page, then the next. On each was a swatch of layered color, all wildly different from one another- reds, greens, teals, colors he didn't really have names for. Next to the colors were measurements, apple varieties, percentages, and flavor notes. Scribbles filled the margins and equations contained both numbers and words. Things like sugars and acidity were measured and tested. It was part recipe book, part coloring book, and part wine label, with a hint of spell book. Looking at it was like opening a tiny door into the back of her head. She saw things that no one else did, an imaginary world of cider only she could see.
"You can see the color in your head?"
"It's the easiest way to explain it. A color pops into my head, and I know what it will taste like. When I blend the different raw ciders together, I know I have it right when it matches what I've imagined.”
― Amy E. Reichert, The Simplicity of Cider

“Everyone is born with a seed.
One thing is to know what specie you came with.
Another is to know where and how it should be sown.”
― Michael Bassey Johnson, The Book of Maxims, Poems and Anecdotes

“Often a child's very gifts (his great intensity of feeling, depth of experience, curiosity, intelligence, quickness-and his ability to be critical) will confront his parents with conflicts that they have long sought to keep at bay by means of rules and regulations. These regulations must then be rescued at the cost of the child's development. All of this can lead to an apparently paradoxical situation when parents are proud of their gifted child and who admire him are forced by their own repression to reject, suppress, or even destroy what is best, because truest, in that child.”
― Ruth Ward, The Drama of the Gifted Child: The Search for the True Self

“Often a child's very gifts (his great intensity of feeling, depth of experience, curiosity, intelligence, quickness-and his ability to be critical) will confront his parents with conflicts that they have long sought to keep at bay by means of rules and regulations. These regulations must then be rescued at the cost of the child's development. All of this can lead to an apparently paradoxical situation when parents are proud of their gifted child and who admire him are forced by their own repression to reject, suppress, or even destroy what is best, because truest, in that child.”
― Alice Miller, The Drama of the Gifted Child: The Search for the True Self

“Like the sand of the earth, your gifts are countless, and some are stepping on theirs without knowing.”
― Michael Bassey Johnson, Song of a Nature Lover