Ignoscite Quotes & Sayings

With faith, we can walk though the faire un-harmed. — Lailah Gifty Akita

I think that was the case here. We just wanted it to be good for everybody. — Adam Arkin

our sole delight was play; and for this we were punished by those who yet themselves were doing the like. But elder folks' idleness is called "business"; that of boys, being really the same, is punished by those elders; — Anonymous

Under miserable conditions of life, any vision of the possibility of better things makes the present misery more intolerable, and spurs those who suffer to the most energetic struggles to improve their lot, and if these struggles only immediately result in sharper misery, the outcome is sheer desperation. — Emma Goldman

Overlook our deeds, since you know that crime was absent from our inclination.
[Lat., Factis ignoscite nostris
Si scelus ingenio scitis abesse meo.] — Ovid

Tell the story you want to tell, and let it be as long as it needs to be. Worry about marketing it later. — Patricia C. Wrede

If we keep on ignoring and leaving children to their own devices at home, they become latchkey kids, and trust me, the consequences of that are not good. — Eric Braeden

Billions of years ago you were a big bang. But now you're a complicated human being. And then we cut ourselves off. And don't feel that we're still the big bang. But you are. — Alan Watts

I mean you got to thank your parents for giving you the right genes. — Eric Heiden

Some men may be unready
for the coming of the genie
who grants three wishes. — Toba Beta

The Mask "Put off that mask of burning gold With emerald eyes." "O no, my dear, you make so bold To find if hearts be wild and wise, And yet not cold." "I would but find what's there to find, Love or deceit." "It was the mask engaged your mind, And after set your heart to beat, Not what's behind." "But lest you are my enemy, I must enquire." "O no, my dear, let all that be, What matter, so there is but fire In you, in me?" — William Butler Yeats

Play is a child's work and this is not a trivial pursuit. — Alfred Adler

[T]his expressed only a little of what she felt. The rest was that she had never been loved before. She had believed it, but this was different; this was the hot wind of the desert, at the approach of which the others dropped dead, like mere sweet airs of the garden. It wrapped her about; it lifted her off her feet, while the very taste of it, as of something potent, acrid and strange, forced open her set teeth. — Henry James