Locks From Justice Quotes & Sayings

Thrice is he arm'd that hath his quarrel just, And he but naked, though lock'd up in steel, Whose conscience with injustice is corrupted. — William Shakespeare

Father, may my song today be a sweet sound in Your ears-even if in Yours alone. Amen. — Aiden Wilson Tozer

Except he be willing, man cannot believe. — Saint Augustine

People's interest is in the product, not in its authorship. — Jonathan Ive

Sophie shook her head, completely unable to speak. Posy had knocked her breath clear to Scotland. — Julia Quinn

Don't criticize something you know nothing about. It only brings people down and makes everyone miserable. — Laura Hall

Everyone has the talent to some degree: even making a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, you know whether it tastes better to you with raspberry jam or grape jelly; on chewy pumpernickel or white toast. — Anna D. Shapiro

Bleed with me and you will forever be my brother. — Laura Kaye

Uncle Burt's round face, mixing bowl bangs of greying blond locks and toothless smile made him look more like an emoticon than a judge. — Kenneth Eade

I am successful, happy and confident. I can do anything. I can be anything. I am me. — Kerry Barrett

A 'social justice' society is a conflict which locks beneficiaries and victims alike in a struggle without end. It becomes a society torn apart by resentment over the wealth of capitalists. — Hans F. Sennholz

What filled the rooms of Grete's cottage so decidedly were woven baskets and wooden boxes and clay pots glazed in red and blue, each with its own mishmash of this and that. Roots and leaves still redolent of dirt. Balls of scratchy wool-purple twining into pink easing into periwinkle fading into gray. At least three boxes held squares and strips of fabric, all colors, and eight pots overflowed with apples.
The walls were lined with shelves, the shelves were lined with books. Wordless spines peered out. As soon as Isabelle saw them, she itched to open it up and read it from cover to cover. — Frances O'Roark Dowell

Picking locks was not a skill he had ever cultivated, but he persisted day after day, turning the tip of his talon into different ways of approaching a keyhole. He never tired, and he ever gave up ... because if there was any justice in the universe, he wouldn't be trapped here forever. — Neal Shusterman