Antonines Hazmieh Quotes & Sayings

Ah, genre. A word only a Frenchman could love. — Ursula K. Le Guin

And now you have a small map of the princess's heart (hatred, sorrow, kindness, empathy), the heart that she carried down inside her as she went down the golden stairs and through the kitchen and, finally, just as the sky outside the castle began to lighten, down into the dark dungeon with the rat and the serving girl. — Kate DiCamillo

God teaches the soul by pains and obstacles, not by ideas. — Jean-Pierre De Caussade

If the choice were made, one for us to lose our sovereignty and become a member of the Commonwealth or remain with our sovereignty and lose the membership of the Commonwealth, I would say let the Commonwealth go. — Robert Mugabe

Humans aren't inherently good- a ludicrous proposition. Instinctively, people are barbarians. Cannibals, even. They eat each other alive, get off on torture, inflicting pain. This is not the image of the Gospel God. If God is love, and God is infinite, love would by definition be infinite. But love, for most, is a means to an end, and even in its purest form, it is fleeting. Not infinite. — Ellen Hopkins

I seldom ate out, both for reasons of economy and because I feared someone might try to speak to me. — Jordan L. Hawk

If Barthes, along with Bachelard, is one of those who have done most to enrich criticism during the last thirty years, it is not as a theoretician of a still hazy semiology, but as the champion of a new pleasure in reading. — Laurent Binet

Power, like a desolating pestilence, Pollutes whate'er it touches; and obedience, Bane of all genius, virtue, freedom, truth, Makes slaves of men, and of the human frame A mechanized automaton. — Percy Bysshe Shelley

Satan has frightened men from reading the sacred writings, and has rendered Holy Scriptures contemptible, so as to ensure his poisonous philosophy to prevail in the church. — Martin Luther

Memories are important, like the bones of the mind. We build ourselves upon them, flesh and blood moulded around the pictures of what is past. — Paul Kearney