Hochschild Strangers Quotes & Sayings

All the bitchy girls in the world are just a training ground for what men can do to you. — Sarah Dessen

her, climbing out of the bath. — Anne Stuart

It grows inside you, poisonous and festering, and it tells you its name is Pride, but it's a liar. Its name is Hate. — Clifton Adams

Reade was an emancipating writer because he seemed to speak as man to man to resolve history into an intelligible pattern in which there was no need for miracles. Even if he was wrong, he was grown-up. — William Winwood Reade

Chimpanzees have given me so much. The long hours spent with them in the forest have enriched my life beyond measure. What I have learned from them has shaped my understanding of human behavior, of our place in nature. — Jane Goodall

Every person is blind in their own way and sometimes need a hand to help them cross ... — Swetha Dhanagari

I don't understand bus lanes. Why do poor people have to get to places quicker than I do? — Jeremy Clarkson

So this was where lust was satisfied. If I'd been an old-time miner I'd have asked for my gold nugget back. — Ava Gardner

This might sound masochistic or narcissistic, I don't know, but when I'm not playing the game, the validations I feel about life are always through the hardships. I relate more to sadness, in a lot of ways, when I'm not playing. — Abby Wambach

You're my son. I love you. You work for godless sorcerers who I'd happily gut on the altar of that pyramid and you are part of a system that will one day destroy our city and our planet, but I still love you. — Max Gladstone

Maybe teach the others who were like me: broken in places and trying to fight it - trying to learn who they were around the dark and pain. — Sarah J. Maas

I'm happy that I have a beautiful, wonderful, amazing child who's made me a better person. — Solange Knowles

It took me three weeks to stuff the turkey. I stuffed it through the beak. — Phyllis Diller

As the years passed, new myths arose to explain the mysterious objects the strangers brought from the land of the dead. A nineteenth-century missionary recorded, for example, an African explanation of what happened when captains descended into the holds of their ships to fetch trading goods like cloth. The Africans believed that these goods came not from the ship itself but from a hole that led into the ocean. Sea sprites weave this cloth in an "oceanic factory, and, whenever we need cloth, the captain ... goes to this hole and rings a bell." The sea sprites hand him up their cloth, and the captain "then throws in, as payment, a few dead bodies of black people he has bought from those bad native traders who have bewitched their people and sold them to the white men." The myth was not so far from reality. For what was slavery in the American South, after all, but a system for transforming the labor of black bodies, via cotton plantations, into cloth? — Adam Hochschild

There is power in creating a small model, and then you can create an alliance of other small models. — Jacqueline Novogratz