Dichotomizing A Variable Quotes & Sayings

If your letters are as long as the bible, they will appear short to me. Only let them be brim full of affection. — Thomas Jefferson

He folded back the hem of her housedress. Peeled the wet underpants from her skin and moved them down over her pale knees and her small feet and then dropped them on the floor. He could hear the voices of the children playing in the tree outside. He gently pushed her thighs apart and saw immediately that the baby had already begun to crown. Her skin was paler than his wife's was, even in midwinter. He gave her his hand to get her through the next contraction, keeping his arm steady as she squeezed. He spread the fingers of the other over her taut belly. Mr. Persichetti wore a silver Saint Christopher's medal around his neck and kept a Sacred Heart scapular in his pocket, but when Mary Keane asked him, catching her breath, "Who's the patron saint of women in labor?" he shrugged. He told her he only knew Saint Dymphna was the patron of the insane. He'd had the — Alice McDermott

Let us trust the power of love. — Debasish Mridha

Of course he had been loving Gerald all along, and all along denying it. — D.H. Lawrence

I've always been fascinated by the way that children and animals suffer stoically in a way that I don't think adults do. — Rebecca Miller

Paris must either not fall into the hands of the enemy or the enemy must find it only a wasteland. — Adolf Hitler

You proved to be worthy of my devotion. Of
Death's ... love — Abbi Glines

Each time I read a book, I cataloged the parts that struck me dumb with envy and admiration for their beauty and power and truth. — Jack Gantos

Having a mustache and never smiling became a permanent component of my persona through the quaintly self-important decade of the seventies. — John Oates

There is a force more powerful than steam and electricity: the will. — Fernan Caballero

To be in the mainline is to have a history and not simply to be an amalgam, a community church of who knows what that came from who knows where. — Barbara Brown Taylor