Liezel Pieters Quotes & Sayings

She was my life raft, my turtle. — Janet Fitch

I do feel that spiritual progress does demand at some stage that we should cease to kill our fellow creatures for the satisfaction of our bodily wants. — Mahatma Gandhi

For the sake of our security, our economy and our planet, we must have the courage and commitment to change. — Barack Obama

As God's children, we are not to be observers; we're to participate actively in the Lord's work. Spectators sit and watch, but we are called to use our spiritual gifts and serve continually. — Charles Stanley

treachery! Fly, good Fleance, fly, fly, fly! — William Shakespeare

If we do not accomplish it in time, what has begun with a monkey may not end with a monkey. Next even a swarm of mosquitoes may decide to challenge your authority. — R.K. Narayan

The feeling of joy came up in me again the way the lyric of a song might remind a man on the edge of insanity that soon he will be insane again and there is a world there more interesting than his own. — Norman Mailer

Life's a song, Anne. Let's play. — Kylie Scott

Good men are often more practical than pretty " said Mother. "Andrius just happens to be both. — Ruta Sepetys

When I first came out there was no such thing as Twitter or Facebook. And the blogs! Like, what is that? — Christina Aguilera

Gardens and chocolate both have mystical qualities. — Edward Flaherty

I have the longing that all writers have for new ears to pour my words into. — Alasdair MacLean

It seemed as if the Internet was governed more by fear: the fear of unpopularity and uncoolness, the fear of missing out, the fear of being flamed or forgotten. — Jonathan Franzen

We make attachments to what's familiar. We find the beauty, even in the lack. That's human. We make the best of what we're given. — Emily Murdoch

Around me the beautiful windows, connecting me to other lives and other times, to things done and also deliberately left undone, stood dark. Rose, I was sure, had acted out of love, yet for Iris her mother's absence had remained an unresolved sadness at the center of her life. I thought of what Rose had written about anger, about its power to corrupt, to make a space for evil. Maybe she was right. Maybe evil, that old-fashioned word, could be called other things, disharmony or dysfunction. Maybe Rose was right and evil wasn't attached top an individual as much as if was a force in the world, a seeing force, one that worked like a self-replicating virus, seeking to entangle, to ensnare, to undo beauty. [p.353] — Kim Edwards