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A losing trade, I assure you, sir: literature is a drug. — George Borrow

The eyebrows are the punctuation marks of the face. — Dave Horowitz

And all the winds go sighing, for sweet things dying. — Christina Rossetti

It's extraordinary, the amount of misunderstandings there are even between two people who discuss a thing quite often - both of them assuming different things and neither of them discovering the discrepancy. — Agatha Christie

I wait in the cold air where his body was. — Jandy Nelson

When you have a name that means scares, you have to live with that. — Wes Craven

You know," Daddy said, "it's some that can live their whole life out without asking about it and it's others has to know why it is, and this boy is one of the latters. He's going to be into everything! — Flannery O'Connor

You can't have heaven without Jesus Christ. — Evans Biya

So once I shut down my privilege of disliking anyone I choose and holding myself aloof if I could manage it, greater understanding, growing compassion came to me. — Catherine Marshall

The truth is, God has redeems the world across cultures, countries, world powers, systems, religious orders, trends, movements, and human heart since the beginning of time. His ways are entirely outside of our understanding. Sure, I know and love God and my contacts, because it is the only one I know; and I am grateful he found me here. But he has rescued people in and out of church, in and out of religions, and in and out of traditions since the beginning. He operates and truly mysterious ways we won't know until heaven. And we will probably be shocked. — Jen Hatmaker

It's some kind of Elvish.I can't read it. — J.R.R. Tolkien

I can't seem to wipe away the blood. I rub my hands against my nightgown, but traces of the red remain, staining the lines of my palms and the crescents beneath my fingernails. I wipe harder, gathering and bunching the soft cotton inside my fists. The fabric has been slit up the center and for a moment I worry that I've been cut, that maybe the blood is my own. I try to ask what's happening, but there's a mask over my mouth and nose. Suddenly it hits me - I'm in an ambulance.
I don't remember how I got here. — Paula Stokes