2700 Themes Quotes & Sayings

My misfortune is my ability to see both sides even of the fundamental religious question. — Henrietta Szold

Thought for sure someone would screech or gasp or fall off the bed. — Ann M. Martin

While I don't have to leave home to find God's oasis, I do have to search for it, pursuing God in prayer and trusting Him to take care of me when all other hope is gone. He promised that "If ... you seek the Lord your God, you will find him if you look for him with all your heart and with all your soul" (Deuteronomy 4:29). — Lynn Austin

I don't think I could have thought of any place other than Stanford to leave Harvard for. — Alvin E. Roth

New technologies and resources offer exciting opportunities. They democratise access to information. — Sara Sheridan

She had the feeling that somehow, in the very far-off places, perhaps even in far-off ages, there would be a meaning found to all sorrow and an answer too fair and wonderful to be as yet understood. — Hannah Hurnard

We are within measurable, or imaginable, distance of a real Armageddon. Happily there seems to be no reason why we should be anything more than spectators. — H. H. Asquith

The United States always seems to have a way of playing the international cop of the world. — Jason Medina

The heart pumped softly in her hands, it's PUM-Pom-poom rattling gently against her skin.
A means of living. The greatest spell she had ever crafted.
She said nothing. Even Mg. Aviosky didn't offer an explanation, which made Ceony wonder how far word of Emery's near demise had reached.
Mg. Bailey stared at the beating heart in Ceony's grasp.
And smiled. — Charlie N. Holmberg

Because things can get better, and if you give them a chance, they usually do. — Stephen King

If Midnight's Children is India's One Hundred Years of Solitude, then A Suitable Boy must be its War and Peace. — Whitaker

Artists need some kind of stimulating experience a lot of times, which crystallizes when you sing about it or paint it or sculpt it. You literally mold the experience the way you want. It's therapy. — Erykah Badu

A month later Billie sits at her dining room table, sifting through the pictorial record of Chris's final days. It is all she can do to force herself to examine the fuzzy snapshots. As she studies the pictures, she breaks down from time to time, weeping as only a mother who has outlived a child can weep, betraying a sense of loss so huge and irreparable that the mind balks at taking its measure. Such bereavement, witnessed at close range, makes even the most eloquent apologia for high-risk activities ring fatuous and hollow. - describing the mother of Chris McCandless after learning of his starvation in the wild — Jon Krakauer