Gerimand Quotes & Sayings

Blessed is the woman who has never had anything to love. She can never know the heartbreak that comes with losing it. — Kenn Bivins

There is love enough in this world for everybody, if people will just look. — Kurt Vonnegut

Nevertheless, it is with the help of these metaphysical toys that governments have been established since the beginning of the world, and it is with their help that we shall come to resolve the enigma of politics, if we are willing to make the slightest effort to do so. I hope I will be forgiven, then, for labouring this point, as one does in teaching the rudiments of grammar to children. — Pierre-Joseph Proudhon

Pay attention, he thinks. Not to the grand gesture, but to the passing breath. — Lauren Groff

It's impossible not to believe in ghosts, They light up the night sky every time the sun goes down, reminding us that we are never alone. — Dannielle Wicks

I love making movies. I love writing. I love acting. I love it, and I feel really blessed to be able to actually make a living with something I love doing. — Julie Delpy

Someone who thinks death is the scariest thing doesn't know a thing about life. — Sue Monk Kidd

I really feel like that concept of enjoying the now and not worrying about the future is what my coach has been trying to teach me for 14 years - and that is what has made me such a different athlete 10 years later, and that is what has made me strong enough mentally to make this Olympic team. — Melanie Roach

Unconverted men walk over the pit of hell on a rotten covering. — Jonathan Edwards

In Neverfell's face the clouds broke, and her smile came out like the sun. She could not read his mind as he could read hers. She clearly had no idea of the calculations behind his decision. He could see that she believed he had been overcome by the injustice of the situation and instantly decided to right it. He felt a shock, as if her faith was a golden axe and had struck right through his dusty husk of a heart. The heart did not bleed, however, and in the next moment its dry fibres were closing and knitting back together again. — Frances Hardinge