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Chasam Sofer Quotes By Laura Mullen

If we take seriously the idea that the stories we want to hear shape the stories we can (and want to, and are allowed to) tell, then the canon emerges as something to examine very carefully. — Laura Mullen

Chasam Sofer Quotes By Sunday Adelaja

When we speak, dress, and think like others, we live with the goal of achieving the approval they have — Sunday Adelaja

Chasam Sofer Quotes By John Chaney

As long as I'm in this city, I'm a lightning rod, ... People don't like me for a lot of reasons and I create all of them. I love it when they hate me. All my closest friends hate me. — John Chaney

Chasam Sofer Quotes By Larissa Lai

How easily we abandon those who have suffered the same persecutions as we have. How quickly we grow impatient with their inability to transcend the conditions of our lives. — Larissa Lai

Chasam Sofer Quotes By Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe

What one has wished for in youth, in old age one has in abundance. — Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe

Chasam Sofer Quotes By Oswald Chambers

Seeing is never believing: we interpret what we see in the light of what we believe. Faith is confidence in God before you see God emerging, therefore the nature of faith is that it must be tried. — Oswald Chambers

Chasam Sofer Quotes By Virginia Woolf

It is probable that both in life and in art the values of a woman are not the values of a man. — Virginia Woolf

Chasam Sofer Quotes By Dorothy Parker

The Trifler

Death's the lover that I'd be taking;
Wild and fickle and fierce is he.
Small's his care if my heart be breaking-
Gay young Death would have none of me.

Hear them clack of my haste to greet him!
No one other my mouth had kissed.
I had dressed me in silk to meet him-
False young Death would not hold the tryst.

Slow's the blood that was quick and stormy,
Smooth and cold is the bridal bed;
I must wait till he whistles for me-
Proud young Death would not turn his head.

I must wait till my breast is wilted.
I must wait till my back is bowed,
I must rock in the corner, jilted-
Death went galloping down the road.

Gone's my heart with a trifling rover.
Fine he was in the game he played-
Kissed, and promised, and threw me over,
And rode away with a prettier maid. — Dorothy Parker