Jazel Farrant Quotes & Sayings

Why did people assume that the beautiful among them needed nothing but their beauty to bring them happiness? That behind the beauty there was nothing but an empty shell, insensitive shell? — Mary Balogh

The establishment of Protestant Christianity was one not only of law, but also, and far more importantly, of culture. Christianity supplied the nation with it's system of values. — Gary DeMar

I wonder if all hearts are made with the same pockets for fear and pain and sadness. They must not be, or if they are, maybe we all don't know how to use them. Because otherwise so many of our stories would have ended differently. — Courtney Summers

if you can speak of a center in a city whose tongues of land stretch through hills and lick the sea. Seen — Umberto Eco

Citizenship means standing up for everyone's right to vote.*** — Barack Obama

These words came, quite clear, like small, evil people, across the cobbles to Branza's ankles, where they stood and smirked up at her. — Margo Lanagan

I've always been politically minded, you know, and against the status quo. — John Lennon

If any one of about 40 physical qualities had more than slightly different values, life as we know it could not exist ... — Stephen Hawking

The tea-infused steam was another smell that brought back a fistful of memories, and I let them come. Better to open the door for them, even if they are sad, than to let them burn your house down from the outside. — Alexander Gordon Smith

The artist of the future will live the ordinary life of a human being, earning his living by some kind of labour. He will strive to give the fruit of that supreme spiritual force which passes through him to the greatest number of people, because this conveying of the feelings that have been born in him to the greatest number of people is his joy and his reward. The artist of the future will not even understand how it is possible for an artist, whose joy consists in the widest dissemination of his works, to give these works only in exchange for a certain payment. — Leo Tolstoy

The heat of his sweet breath mixing with hers, his scent filling her lungs, was like a drug made from concentrated sin. — Mimi Jean Pamfiloff

Now that things are so simple, there's so much to do. — John Cage