Huppmann Valbella Quotes & Sayings

Christ subjected himself to the law of the seed in the earth, to the law of rest and growth. He was "one of the children of the year," growing through rest, secret in his mothers womb, receiving the warmth of the sun through her, living the life of dependence, helplessness, littleness, darkness, and silence which, by a mystery of the Eternal Law, is the life of natural growth. — Caryll Houselander

I have a theory that women are generally given space and appointed to jobs when the situation is tough. I've observed that in many instances. In times of crisis, women eventually are called upon to sort out the mess, face the difficult issues and be completely focused on restoring the situation. — Christine Lagarde

There is nothing so stable as change. — Bob Dylan

Oh, am I wearing an ascot? I didn't notice. — Aziz Ansari

The fire department has finished investigating the fire. We lost the back — J. Helen Elza

It is, no doubt, impossible to prevent his praying for his mother, but we have means of rendering the prayers innocuous. Make sure they are always very 'spiritual', that he is always concerned with the state of her soul and never with her rheumatism. — C.S. Lewis

I write to invite the voices in, to watch the angel wrestle, to feel the devil gather on its haunches and rise. I write to hear myself breathing. I write to be doing something while I wait to be called to my appointment with death. I write to be done writing. I write because writing is fun. — Dorianne Laux

No place does home-turf nutjobs like America. — Erin Moore

I think all art is about control - the encounter between control and the uncontrollable. — Richard Avedon

Sometimes, Cam thought, men really are the fairer sex. The more gallant and pure and innocent and understanding. Perhaps because they didn't have to fight so hard. — Wendy Wunder

I ... received a few hugs and dutiful pecks on the cheek at bedtime, even a couple of 'thank-yous' thrown in for good measure. But I'd truly love for someone to explain why the father of my children can simply walk into the house, put down his briefcase, grunt 'Hi kids - howyadoing,' and all four offspring nearly hyperventilate trying to be the first to get close to him. They are crazy about this man, and all he has to do is walk into a room and breathe. — Becky Freeman