Liedertafel Hall Quotes & Sayings

It was the law that if a white man was caught trying to educate a Negro slave, he was liable to prosecution entailing a fine of fifty dollars and a jail sentence ... Our ignorance was the greatest hold the South had on us. We knew we could run away, but what then? — John W. Campbell

In music everything is prolonged, everything is edified, and when the enchantment has ceased, we are still bathed in its clarity; solitude is accompanied by a new hope between pity for ourselves - which makes us more indulgent and more understanding - and the certitude of finding something again, that which lives for ever in music. — Nadia Boulanger

I've thought of the last line of some poems for years and tried them out, It wouldn't work because the last line was much too beautiful for the poem. — Howard Nemerov

For Paul, the centre of the Christian faith was that we can never earn or deserve the favour of God, nor do we need to. The whole matter is one of grace, and all that we can do is to accept in wondering love and gratitude and trust what God has done for us. — William Barclay

I don't ask people to keep me. — C. JoyBell C.

Love not for a reason but as if it is your ultimate purpose and passion. — Debasish Mridha

Faith does not eliminate questions. But faith knows where to take them. — Elisabeth Elliot

wisdom is the ability to cope — Stephen Fry

Waxillium had seen some odd things in his life. He'd visited koloss camps in the Roughs, even been invited to join their numbers. He'd met and spoken with God himself and had received a personal gift from Death. That did not prepare him for the sight of a pretty young woman's chest turning nearly transparent, one of the breasts splitting and offering up the hilt of a small handgun. — Brandon Sanderson

I can only speak as an American, but most journalism here isn't doing its job any more. It's about selling stuff. — Lance Reddick

They all stared at the television. Twenty male shapeshifters quietly watching The Howling. — Shelly Laurenston

Then the Unlight of Ungoliant rose up even to the roots of the trees, and Melkor sprang upon the mound; and with his black spear he smote each Tree to its core, wounded them deep, and their sap poured forth as it were their blood, and was spilled upon the ground. But Ungoliant sucked it up, and going then from Tree to Tree she set her black beak to their wounds, till they were drained; and the poison of Death that was in her went into their tissues and withered them, root, branch, and leaf; and they died. And still she thirsted, and going to the Wells of Varda she drank them dry; but Ungoliant belched forth black vapours as she drank, and swelled to a shape so vast and hideous that Melkor was afraid. — J.R.R. Tolkien