Korczaks Children Quotes & Sayings

His leg throbbed, but his heart felt lighter, and for the first time in years, the world seemed to be filled with possibility.
"I love you," he said. And he thought to himself, That makes five. Five times he'd said it. It wasn't nearly enough.
"And I love you." She bent down and kissed his leg.
He touched his face and felt tears. He hadn't realized he was crying. "I love you," he said again. — Julia Quinn

Love is like a flower, even the most beautiful kind dies. — Till Lindemann

Profitability, growth, and safeguards against existential risks are crucial to strengthening a company's long-term prospects. But if these three factors constitute a company's 'hard power,' firms also need 'soft power': public trust and acceptance, won by fulfilling a company's social responsibility. — Klaus Schwab

Together we were something less, which felt like such a relief, to not be ourselves for a while. — Ben Marcus

I AM RAPHAEL, ONE OF THE SEVEN ARCHANGELS WHO PASS IN and out of the presence of the Holy One, blessed be he. I bring him the prayers of all who pray and of those who don't even know that they're praying. Some prayers I hold out as far from me as my arm will reach, the way a woman holds a dead mouse by the tail when she removes it from the kitchen. Some, like flowers, are almost too beautiful to touch, and others so aflame that I'd be afraid of their setting me on fire if I weren't already more like fire than I am like anything else. There are prayers of such power that you might almost say they carry me rather than the other way round - the way a bird with outstretched wings is carried higher and higher on the back of the wind. There are prayers so apologetic and shamefaced and halfhearted that they all but melt away in my grasp like sad little flakes of snow. Some prayers are very boring. — Frederick Buechner

James couldn't help it, he smiled. Charlotte was the strangest girl he'd spent time with lately, not because she was weird or even kinky, but because sweetness seemed to pour from her skin like molasses. — Eve Dangerfield