Fccs Certification Quotes & Sayings

If you were drifting with a thousand other people, could you really still say you were lost? — Jodi Picoult

You have to make your own happy. You can't depend on other people for that. — Shelly Crane

Mouths talk without authority sometimes ... — Caroline Pafford Miller

From a building right in front of my windows, I can observe the speed of the sunrises and sunsets. The voices of children playing, laughing, yelling, and crying on the playground crawl up to the eighth floor, where I write. Their voices sound so innocent from a distance. — Andrea Hirata

The hand is the tool of tools. — Aristotle.

When we teach kids to follow the rules that there's only one right answer & to avoid mistakes at all costs, we're resigning them to average. — Josh Linkner

If dust was present, it was hiding in fear. — Jonathan Kellerman

Faith enables us to obey when obedience is costly or seems unreasonable to the natural mind. — Jerry Bridges

[U]nder even the most sincere human declarations there remained unarticulated layers of despair, fury, lies, and ignorance. — Sandor Marai

What would the days be like now?
It was Mom who bound us all together, it was Mom who was at the center of Yngve's and my life, we knew that, Dad knew that, but perhaps she didn't. How else could she leave us like this?
Knives and forks clinking on plates, elbows moving, heads held stiff, straight backs. No one saying a word. That is us three, a father and two sons, sitting and eating. Around us, on all sides, it is the seventies.
The silence grows. And we notice it, all three of us, the silence is not the kind that can ease, it is the kind that lasts a lifetime. Well, of course, you can say something inside it, you can talk, but the silence doesn't stop for that reason. — Karl Ove Knausgard

I was obsessed with The Who. I would have accepted a marriage proposal from Roger Daltrey on the spot. I went to all of their shows in San Francisco and some in L.A. That was as close as I got to being a groupie. — Jennifer Egan

Did he forget the way he'd kissed her? Demanding she give him all her worth and more, always more until she had no choice but to hand herself over to him, for him to own? Did he forget the same night he claimed her as his submissive in the most beautiful subtle way imaginable? And how she, enthralled by his dominant passion, called him her master in all her innocence? She hadn't understood the complete concept of ownership in her younger days, but he made her feel it right down to her soul. He'd wanted to possess her. She surrendered her body, her mind, and her heart to him. — April Vine