Good Magcon Quotes & Sayings

I know so many words. It's perplexing to come across so many I don't. — Emily Murdoch

She thought of the horse with his scars and wondered if having them so visible wasn't preferable to the hidden kind where nobody knew how to avoid the parts that still hurt. — Karen White

In war the olive branch of peace is of use.
[Lat., Adjuvat in bello pacatae ramus olivae.] — Ovid

Only the church can show people how to restore their lives according to the word of God — Sunday Adelaja

Well, that was in 1995 when I resigned from my last academic job. — Azar Nafisi

God made the Illusion look Real and the Real an Illusion ! — Rumi

I want to help put some of the pieces together for people. I want to empower people so they don't have to keep going to others outside of themselves for guidance. — Echo Bodine

The measure of success is not whether you have a tough problem to deal with, but whether it is the same problem you had last year — John Foster Dulles

Spring passed and summer passed into harvest and in the hot autumn sun before winter comes Wang Lung sat where his father had sat against the wall. And he thought no more about anything now except his food and his drink and his land. But of his land he thought no more what harvest it would bring or what seed would be planted or of anything except of the land itself, and he stooped sometimes and gathered some of the earth up in his hand and he sat thus and held it in his hand, and it seemed full of life between his fingers. And he was content, holding it thus, and he thought of it fitfully and of his good coffin that was there; and the kind earth waited without haste until he came to it. — Pearl S. Buck

We in this room have no private properties. Perhaps one or two of us may own the homes we live in, or have a dollar or two set aside - but we own nothing that does not contribute directly toward keeping us alive. All that we own is our bodies. And we sell our bodies every day we live. We sell them when we go out in the morning to our jobs and when we labor all day. We are forced to sell at any price, at any time, for any purpose. We are forced to sell our bodies so that we can eat and live. And the price which is given us for this is only enough so that we will have the strength to labor longer for the profits of others. Today we are not put up on platforms and sold at the courthouse square. But we are forced to sell our strength, our time, our souls during almost every hour that we live. We have been freed from one kind of slavery only to be delivered into another. Is this freedom? Are we yet free men? — Carson McCullers