Highberger Judge Quotes & Sayings

The clear light of the library was slanting in through the glass-paneled doorway to my right, falling on the table between my tutor and me and on dust motes hung in the air. The tiny flecks drew my eye, and I watched as they dipped and swirled in invisible currents.
"They are beautiful in the light, are they not?" my tutor asked. They were, catching the sun and shining like tiny stars themselves.
"You know, there are just as many outside the sun's rays that are invisible," she said. Then, in the way of dreams, she lifted her hand into the air and moved a single dust mote into the light. "And you?" she asked. She lifted her hand again, just beyond the edge of the light, and I knew she held another mote and could move it as easily into the way of the sun, and I said, "No, thank you. I am content where I am. — Megan Whalen Turner

Dallas O'Kane had patience ... until he didn't. And then he burned shit to the ground. — Kit Rocha

Music ... a kind of inarticulate, unfathomable speech, which leads to the edge of the Infinite. — Thomas Carlyle

I love Scotland; I love the NHS. I was born into the NHS; I grew up in the NHS. My family grew up in the NHS. — Gordon Brown

I have seen landscapes ... which, under a particular light, made me feel that at any moment a giant might raise his head over the next ridge. Nature has that in her which compels us to invent giants: and only giants will do. — C.S. Lewis

You can't be perfect. No one is. That's why we need God. — Jody Hedlund

We have our little theory on all human and divine things. Poetry, the workings of genius itself, which, in all times, with one or another meaning, has been called Inspiration, and held to be mysterious and inscrutable, is no longer without its scientific exposition. The building of the lofty rhyme is like any other masonry or bricklaying: we have theories of its rise, height, decline and fall
which latter, it would seem, is now near, among all people. — Thomas Carlyle

Love is only a small thing, enough for one person, and any suggestion that the heart might be larger than this is considered perverse. — Paulo Coelho