Eric Walters Wounded Quotes & Sayings

Helen is one of those people who never say anything, not because she's shy but because she's learned - in a way I always mean to - that if you don't say anything, you make people far more nervous and self-conscious and careful around you than if you do. People like me, we just rush into the vacuum of silence people like Helen float around in; we blather and dither and yakyakyak, and people like Helen just sit there and smile into the wind. — Nora Ephron

You always return to the water... — Jacques Derrida

Real conversion is an experience of repentance and forgiveness before God. It is not merely praying a prayer, joining a Christian church, or receiving a sacrament. It is being brought to our knees by the conviction of God the Holy Spirit. — R.C. Sproul

We have allowed ourselves to be defined by our consumption instead of by our ability to move beyond it. — Jane Velez-Mitchell

He was glad that Pemberley was fifty miles from Longbourn and he hoped that his mother-in-law would not visit often. — Jane Grix

I got to love solitude - to see the Moon rise and set - I had time to watch it trace the window square across the wall in silent grace ... — John Geddes

To be conscious is inevitably to be a hypocrite. We can stomach our own kind, or just enough of them who either prove useful to us or are not handily destructible, only by the terms of the following contract: we will eat some of the other fellow's excrement if he will eat some of ours. — Thomas Ligotti

But as a wise and great teacher once explained so patiently, all good stories - stories that touch your soul, stories that change your nature, stories that cause you to become a better person from their telling-these stories always contain truth. — Camron Wright

It is your life...OWN IT! Your life purpose empowers you and enables you to live life abundantly. Empowerment begins by taking responsibility for your life and being accountable for your actions. Empowerment is the courage to live passionately and purposefully each day — Thomas Narofsky

My love runs by like a day in June, And he makes no friends of sorrows. He'll tread his galloping rigadoon In the pathway of the morrows. He'll live his days where the sunbeams start, Nor could storm or wind uproot him. My own dear love, he is all my heart,
And I wish somebody'd shoot him. — Dorothy Parker