Fr. Chaminade Quotes & Sayings

What appears to us solid is ultimately both a particle and a wavelength, and on that realm everything behaves as both a particle and a wave. — Vanna Bonta

The tax code will never be simplified in our lifetime because it's not about taxes; it's about congressmen distributing the pork. — Rita Mae Brown

If you want someone to stop listening to you go ahead and yell. If you want them to listen to every word, whisper. -Mimi — Erin McKean

It's like someone who prays every night saying God's a good listener. Just because you're talking to us doesn't mean we're listening. With me and God, you never really know. — Paul Neilan

If men possessed wisdom, which stands in the same relation to the form of man as the sight to the eye, they would not cause any injury to themselves or to others; for the knowledge of truth removes hatred and quarrels, and prevents mutual injuries. — Maimonides

Her Leo, so bright, so beautiful.
And in the end, so catastrophically flawed. — Sherry Thomas

And she realized that she (her soul) was not at all involved, only her body, her body alone. The body that had betrayed her and that she had sent out into the world among other bodies. — Milan Kundera

Too often we react to our thoughts as if they are the absolute truth or as if we must give them all our attention. The psychological jargon for this reaction is fusion. — Russ Harris

Maybe if I ever come to write about my teens and adulthood - and I can't imagine I will - but if I do, then maybe I will want to say a bit more about the ways in which my parents' relationship with one another impacted on me in later years. — Kevin Crossley-Holland

After women, flowers are the most lovely thing God has given the world. — Christian Dior

Don't talk about it. Be about it. — Adriana Locke

Anyone can find the bad in any situation but it takes love to see the good in all things. — Mensah Oteh

The room grew suddenly several degrees darker, for the wind seemed to be driving waves of darkness across the earth. No one attempted to eat for a time, but sat looking out at the garden, with their forks in the air. The flashes now came frequently, lighting up faces as if they were going to be photographed, surprising them in tense and unnatural expressions. — Virginia Woolf