Mantrez Quotes & Sayings

Our backyard looked like a marketplace. Valuable objects, precious rugs, silver candlesticks, Bibles and other ritual objects were strewn over the dusty grounds- pitiful relics that seemed never to have had a home. All this under a magnificent blue sky. — Elie Wiesel

I am unshakable. — Lailah Gifty Akita

The personality susceptible to the dream of limitless freedom is a personality also prone, should the dream ever sour, to misanthropy and rage. — Jonathan Franzen

I'd sit the younger version of myself down and ask,'Yo, girl, what's the deal? Why so happy? Why must everything end so poetically? — Hannah Brencher

Knowing one day, I will be gone, makes me live fuller life. — Lailah Gifty Akita

If worship does not change us it has not been worship. — Richard J. Foster

The kid was cramping Martin's style. Martin's style was drama-free, peace, and quiet. It did not include slamming doors, difficult personal questions, or conversations with teenagers about sex. — Marshall Thornton

He was as bold as a lion about it, and 'mightily convinced' not only himself, but everybody that heard him; - but then his idea of a fugitive was only an idea of the letters that spell the word, - or at the most, the image of a little newspaper picture of a man with a stick and bundle, with "Ran away from the subscriber" under it. The magic of the real presence of distress, - the imploring human eye, the frail, trembling human hand, the despairing appeal of helpless agony, - these he had never tried. He had never thought that a fugitive might be a hapless mother, a defenseless child, - like that one which was now wearing his lost boy's little well-known cap; and so, as our poor senator was not stone or steel, - as he was a man, and a downright noble-hearted one, too, - he was, as everybody must see, in a sad case for his patriotism. — Harriet Beecher Stowe

Eva sipped her coffee. Today, her hair was bound back in a singular knot, the sides rolled in smooth twists, the knot itself in the shape of the figure eight, which Delphine knew was the ancient sign for eternity. Eva rose and turned away, walked across the green squares of linoleum to punch some risen dough and cover it with towels. As Delphine watched, into her head there popped a strange notion: the idea that perhaps strongly experienced moments, as when Eva turned and the sun met her hair and for that one instant the symbol blazed out, those particular moments were eternal. Those moments actually went somewhere. Into a file of moments that existed out of time's range.. — Louise Erdrich

His yellow eyes gazed at me possessively
I wondered if he realized that the way he looked at me was far more intimate than copping a feel could ever be. — Maggie Stiefvater