Ki Ll T S Gyerekeknek Quotes & Sayings

Perhaps it will I said perhaps it will be wonderful perhaps even though it won't be like you think perhaps that won't matter perhaps — David Lodge

Whatever his circumstances and surroundings, it was only a dead imagination that could call him a failure. — Peter Straub

Writing is a window into our souls. — Katie Kacvinsky

Her father propped his sadness on a pew, but she put her sad in places no one could see. — Brit Bennett

When I watched Ellen come out in '97, my jaw was on the floor. I thought, There are some people who break the doors down, hold them open, and some people who walk right through. — Portia De Rossi

People will always despise you if you end up doing less stupid BS than they choose to suffer. — Merlin Mann

I see anarchism as the theoretical ideal to which we are all gradually evolving to a point where everybody can tell the truth to everybody else and nobody can get punished for it. That can only happen without hierarchy and without people having the authority to punish other people. — Robert Anton Wilson

Fear-based repentance makes us hate ourselves. Joy-based repentance makes us hate the sin. — Timothy Keller

Why?" I asked softly. The word was carried away on the wind, but he heard.
"Because I want you."
I gave him a sad smile, wondering if we'd meet again in the land of the dead. "Wrong answer," I told him.
I let go.
[ ... ]
I looked him in the eye. "I will always love you."
Then I plunged the stake into his chest.
It wasn't as precise a blow as I would have liked, not with the skilled way he was dodging. I struggled to get the stake in deep enough to his heart, unsure if I could do it from this angle. Then, his struggles stopped. His eyes stared at me, stunned, and his lips parted, almost into a smile, albeit a grisly and pained one.
"That's what I was supposed to say ... " he gasped out. — Richelle Mead

Yet Magnus had not been able to stop himself from taking a personal interest. Seeing a child grow up, year after year, had been new to him, as had feeling the weight of [Clary's] memories in his hands. He had started to feel a little responsible, had wanted to know what would become of her and had begun to want the best for her. — Cassandra Clare

We rightly confess, in our articles of belief, that there is a holy church; for it is invisible, dwelling in a place that none can attain unto, and therefore her holiness cannot be seen; for God doth so hide and cover her with infirmities, with errors, with divers forms of the cross and offences, that according to the judgment of reason, it is nowhere to be seen. — Martin Luther