Amarahs Corner Quotes & Sayings

There is nothing wrong with you being tempted, the important thing is that you do not fall for the temptation — Sunday Adelaja

I trust no one who hasn't time for music. — Jack White

He set out for Toulon. He arrived there, after a journey of twenty-seven days, on a cart, with a chain on his neck. At Toulon he was clothed in the red cassock. All that had constituted his life, even to his name, was effaced; he was no longer even Jean Valjean; he was number 24,601. — Victor Hugo

I had something nobody else could do - I sang in a way that separated me - and, when you're trying to get noticed, you play your trump card. — Billy Porter

People do blame you for the things they do to you. — Octavia E. Butler

This is the pattern of gun killings in big cities. Most homicides are not professional jobs, in felonious pursuits, but are committed by relatives, friends or neighbors, in the home or nearby. They are sparked by liquor, by lust, by jealousy, or greed, or a burning sense of injustice. And most are committed by people with no previous record of violence. It is these who will be restrained by stricter gun laws, who will find it much harder to go home, pick up a gun and shoot an adversary. The liquor will pass, the lust will die, reflection will replace passion if the instrument of death is not so readily available. — Sydney J. Harris

With your faults, dont hurry. Dont correct them thoughtlessly. What would you put in their place? — Henri Michaux

They never stop to think: I'm here. I am the result of everything that happened and will happen, but I'm here. — Paulo Coelho

Our current criminal justice system has no provision for restorative justice, in which an offender confronts the damage they have done and tries to make it right for the people they have harmed. Instead, our system of "corrections" is about arm's-length revenge and retribution, all day and all night. — Piper Kerman

As long as we do violence to other animals, we'll keep on doing violence to ourselves. — Paul Russell

There isn't a permanent mark on me, Reed, not one. And you don't know how many times he was there to hold me together when I was sure I was going to fall apart. He's a monster," she sobbed, "I know he is. I know, and ... it doesn't matter to me anymore. — C.J. Roberts