Labrynth Of Suffering Quotes & Sayings

26To you first, God, having raised up His Servant Jesus, sent Him to bless you, in turning away every one of you from your iniquities. — Anonymous

Arranging an official dinner in an embassy is a little like writing a script for a play. The prolog is the guest list, often the most difficult part of the whole creative operation. — Letitia Baldrige

The words we construct, the poems we write and the songs we sing, become the love story of a stranger we have never seen. — M.F. Moonzajer

When I look in the mirror... I know that I belong to him...that I will never be the same again. I've let him punish me... — Willow Madison

People are in the dark, they don't know what to do I had a little lantern, oh but it got blown out too. I'm reaching out my hand. I hope you are too. I just want to be in the dark with you. - GREG BROWN, "IN THE DARK WITH YOU" T — Neil Gaiman

They keep coming up new all the time - things to perplex you, you know. You settle one question and there's another right after. There are so many things to be thought over and decided when you're beginning to grow up. It keeps me busy all the time thinking them over and deciding what's right. It's a serious thing to grow up, isn't it, Marilla? — L.M. Montgomery

I'm the result of upbringing, class, race, gender, social prejudices, and economics. So I'm a victim again. A result. — James Hillman

I told Hassan I wanted to matter
like, be remembered. And he said, "famous is the new popular." Maybe he's right, and maybe I just want to be famous. — John Green

I thought at first she was just dead. Just darkness. Just a body being eaten by bugs. I thought about her a lot like that, as something's meal. What was her-green eyes, half a smirk, the soft curves of her legs-would soon be nothing, just the bones I never saw. I thought about the slow process of becoming bone and then fossil and then coal that will, in millions of years, be mined by humans of the future, and how they would their homes with her, and then she would be smoke billowing out of a smokestack, coating the atmosphere.

I still think that, sometimes. I still think that, sometimes, think that maybe "the afterlife" is just something we made up to ease the pain of loss, to make our time in the labyrinth bearable. Maybe she was just a matter, and matter gets recycled. — John Green

Artists create things that point us to beauty, to truth, to God. — Katherine Reay