Jerneja Writzl Quotes & Sayings

She hears the word bell, or orchard, or swallow, and she experiences a strange surprise, like the feel of a coin in the soil. These words make her wistful; they overwhelm her with longing. Not for her orchard, nor the bell in her church, nor the swallows that nest in the eaves of her house. For something else altogether, something she would have forgotten completely.
She wonders: Why should these words pierce me, if they are not the remains of a currency I once knew how to spend? — Sarah Shun-lien Bynum

Friendship is nothing else than an accord in all things, human and divine, conjoined with mutual goodwill and affection. — Marcus Tullius Cicero

Some of her last words to me, Mason, were 'I believe in fate and I believe you were supposed to walk into my life, so
Mason could walk into yours. I know she can't be wrong. — Ella Frank

Jew and Gentile are two worlds, between you Gentiles and us Jews there lies an unbridgeable gulf ... There are two life forces in the world Jewish and Gentile ... I do not believe that this primal difference between Gentile and Jew is reconcilable ... The difference between us is abysmal ... You might say: 'Well, let us exist side by side and tolerate each other. We will not attack your morality, nor you ours.' But the misfortune is that the two are not merely different; they are opposed in mortal enmity. No man can accept both, or, accepting either, do otherwise than despise the other. — Maurice Samuel

Words are the dress of thoughts; which should no more be presented in rags, tatters, and dirt than your person should. — Philip Dormer Stanhope

We have no proof that Socrates ever existed. We only know from witnesses to his life that he did. Like Jesus, he never wrote anything down. It doesn't matter to me whether he did or not exist because we have his teachings, his method of thinking, and his extreme intellectual and moral courage. — Christopher Hitchens

How sweet war is to such as know it not. — George Gascoigne

Instead of weeping when a tragedy occurs in a songbird's life, it sings away its grief. I believe we could well follow the pattern of our feathered friends. — William Shakespeare