Chowder Radda Quotes & Sayings

A library of wisdom, then, is more precious than all wealth, and all things that are desirable cannot be compared to it. — Richard De Bury

Meekness enables us to be led by the Spirit of God. — John Hagee

Ellis's understanding of himself and the world around him certainly develops because of his adventures, and part of that development comes through recognizing other people for what they are. — Margaret Mahy

He stares at me, and I don't look away. He isn't a dog, but the same rules apply. Looking away is submissive. Looking him in the eye is a challenge. It's my choice. — Veronica Roth

Bilbo's Last Song

Day is ended, dim my eyes,
But journey long before me lies.
Farewell, friends! I hear the call.
The ship's beside the stony wall.
Foam is white and waves are grey;
Beyond the sunset leads my way.
Foam is salt, the wind is free;
I hear the rising of the Sea.

Farewell, friends! The sails are set,
The wind is east, the moorings fret.
Shadows long before me lie,
Beneath the ever-bending sky,
But islands lie behind the Sun
That I shall raise ere all is done;
Lands there are to west of West,
Where night is quiet and sleep is rest.

Guided by the Lonely Star,
Beyond the utmost harbour-bar,
I'll find the heavens fair and free,
And beaches of the Starlit Sea.
Ship, my ship! I seek the West,
And fields and mountains ever blest.
Farewell to Middle-earth at last.
I see the Star above my mast! — J.R.R. Tolkien

I didn't just love him ... I needed him. Not in some desperate "you complete me" sort of way. No, Vincent didn't make me whole. He improved me. Something about him - something I didn't understand - had a way of amplifying the good in my nature while muting the bad. He was a catalyst for my soul. I didn't need him in order to exist ... I needed him in order to be a better me. — Angela N. Blount

A utopia cannot, by definition, include boredom, but the 'utopia' we are living in is boring. — Lars Fr. H. Svendsen

Passing the kitchen the second time, the vodka sang to him from the freezer its sweet song of forgetfulness. He longed to dart in there and free it from its prison, to twist the cap off with a practiced flick of his thumb and tip his head back, filling his mouth with the only thing that could quell the fear that roiled his stomach. Mullins clapped one hand on his shoulder, perhaps sensing something. The goddamn man was on him like a tick. — Fred Anderson

The devil will do everything to get you disappointed in God — Sunday Adelaja

Humanity is my religion; Earthian is my nationality. — Vinita Kinra

Everybody thinks I'm, like, a bad boy. I've had my day, but I just sit at home and play the blues mostly. — Brad Renfro

Governments know that the life of the world cannot be saved if the soul of the world is allowed to be lost. — Herbert Hoover

Hey, the boy replied back, looking better than he had before. His eyes, although they still carried sadness, also carried happiness. Their first words weren't the best of opening liners, not like in the fairytales the girl had read back when she was a princess. Stories that promised fantasies of princes sweeping a princess off their feet, wooing hearts with words and sometimes songs. But that was okay. She didn't need wooing. She didn't need songs. Because she wasn't a princess. And the boy wasn't a prince. She was just a girl. And he was just a guy. And this wasn't a fairytale. But real life. And fairytales were overrated anyway. — Jessica Sorensen