Davarmelody Quotes & Sayings

I was never a good journalist, because I would make things up. A lot of people frowned on that, which is why I ended up in fiction. — Marcia Muller

Getting everything you want has nothing to do with anything. — Thom Yorke

The fruit of worldly love is indeed revenge (vengeance). — Dada Bhagwan

The people who are scared of going on a diet are the people who could benefit the most from one. — Robert Cheeke

No matter the life-shattering circumstance that delivers the devastating blow to our spirit, God is bigger. He is faithful and unchanging, merciful and consistent with His offer to us, that through it all, we will be comforted, we will be loved, we will be HELD. — Henri J.M. Nouwen

Cause everything I've done - there's no smokescreen. Everything the people have seen me do, they've literally seen me start from the bottom and rise to the top. So there is no falling down once you've done the stuff I've done. — Riff Raff

She curled up and pressed her cheek against his chest. Her ear was right above his heart. She was listening to his thoughts. "I need to know this," Aomame said. "That we're in the same world, seeing the same things. — Haruki Murakami

Religious belief is not a precondition either of ethical conduct or of happiness. — Dalai Lama

Every general increase of freedom is accompanied by some degeneracy, attributable to the same causes as the freedom. — Charles Horton Cooley

My many years of living have not made the actions of teenage boys any less enigmatic. — Avery Williams

You do somethin' for me? Go tell Twink I'll meet her at the old grove Tuesday about dusk-dark."
Jody was frozen.
He burst out, "I won't do it. I hate her. Ol' yellow-headed somethin'. — Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings

Jesus tended to honor the losers of this world, not the winners. Our modern culture extravagantly rewards beauty, athletic skill, wealth, and artistic achievement, qualities which seemed to impress Jesus not at all. — Philip Yancey

A small cabin stands in the Glacier Peak Wilderness, about a hundred yards off a trail that crosses the Cascade Range. In midsummer, the cabin looked strange in the forest. It was only twelve feet square, but it rose fully two stories and then had a high and steeply peaked roof. From the ridge of the roof, moreover, a ten-foot pole stuck straight up. Tied to the top of the pole was a shovel. To hikers shedding their backpacks at the door of the cabin on a cold summer evening
as the five of us did
it was somewhat unnerving to look up and think of people walking around in snow perhaps thirty-five feet above, hunting for that shovel, then digging their way down to the threshold. [1971] — John McPhee