Cyrus Albright Quotes & Sayings

Misery which, through long ages, had no spokesman, no helper, will now be its own helper and speak for itself. — Thomas Carlyle

Sometimes it may seem to us that there is no purpose in our lives, that going day after day for years to this office or that school or factory is nothing else but waste and weariness. But it may be that God has sent us there because but for us, Christ would not be there. If our being there means that Christ is there, that alone makes it worthwhile. — Caryll Houselander

Two dozen
and yet you killed all but one?" The provost arched a brow and set her quill down again as if unwilling to record a falsehood.
"Dear lady, I killed them from youngest child to oldest woman, and when I was done I blunted three axes dismembering their corpses. I am Jorg of Ancrath
I burned ten thousand in Gelleth and didn't think it too many. — Mark Lawrence

Power properly understood is nothing but the ability to achieve purpose. It is the strength required to bring about social, political and economic change. — Martin Luther King Jr.

Positive thoughts, positive life. — Lailah Gifty Akita

Because you're such a wonderful spectacle: I always like to see what you are doing. — Edith Wharton

You have been given a second chance to start your life over. You can't throw this opportunity away. If you do you will be a colossal fool. If you get the chance to do something and don't do it then you'll simply live with regret. That's a worse situation than trying something daring and maybe not succeeding. At least you tried. Isn't that what you want to show your kids? — Lorena Bathey

It wasn't often that you got to meet your real life hero, but I had been blessed to have him for a father. — Katie Ashley

The almost insoluble task is to let neither the power of others, nor our own powerlessness, stupefy us. — Theodor Adorno

He sees dilapidated three- and four-story concrete blocks, their walls painted in peeling pastel colors and streaked with graffiti, and because of the corrugated tin roofs, he again thinks of the reserve, which he also doesn't know. Sunlight. Black people staring at him. Tropical greenery. Tough dusty roots and grasses, leaves and vines. Gutted buildings. Ta, ta-da DA, ta, ta-da DA, ta, ta-da DA. Cement walls give onto gapingly empty ideas of rooms. — Nancy Huston