Faugier Apron Quotes & Sayings
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My hope is that I may bear witness to the fact that there is a great mystery calling to us all, beckoning across the landscape of our history, promising to realize itself and to give real meaning to what is otherwise only the confusion of our lives and our collective past. — Terence McKenna
We cannot know the consequences of suppressing a child's spontaneity when he is just beginning to be active. We may even suffocate life itself. That humanity which is revealed in all its intellectual splendor during the sweet and tender age of childhood should be respected with a kind of religious veneration. It is like the sun which appears at dawn or a flower just beginning to bloom. Education cannot be effective unless it helps a child to open up himself to life. — Maria Montessori
I wouldn't be able to do anything with my vampire horde except make it run around in a herd, but it would be a very impressive herd. — Ilona Andrews
Theo is like the huntress Diana," Cecil said, rocking a little on his heels. He was thoroughly enjoying the burst of popularity his cousin-by-marriage was experiencing. "Beautiful and yet slightly deadly, ready to to whip out a bow and arrow, or turn a man into a squealing swine. Sensual, and yet with just a snowy touch of the virginal about her. — Eloisa James
They made love. Love doesn't just sit there, like a stone, it has to be made, like bread; re-made all the time, made new. When it was made, they lay in each other's arms, holding love, asleep. — Ursula K. Le Guin
Once you break a habit into its components, you can fiddle with the gears. — Charles Duhigg
In this calm and stupid life,
I never know how I should act. — Fernando Pessoa
But is God a Yale man? — William F. Buckley Jr.
As always we could talk... over and over... here I am locked in time, so far I have plenty of it. — Deyth Banger
On pristine parchment I draw with my skis calligraphic lines of joy, writing poems of movement. — Patricia Robin Woodruff
The lake was hold-your-breath still, but I swore I could still hear Dad's howl of delight as he cannonballed off the dock, his knees pressed tightly against his chest, his smile just south of sane, the upcoming splash a virtual tidal wave in the eyes of his only son. — Harlan Coben
I used to doubt the existence of angels, not realizing they were men and women walking among us. — Dannika Dark
What the hell, I decided. — Stephenie Meyer