Margaret Of Navarre Quotes & Sayings
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We tell ourselves that God is dead, when what we mean is that God is Dad, and we wish him dead. — A. N. Wilson

If you make anything a higher priority than God, you are worshiping it and not God. — Jim George

Sometimes laughing isn't the best judge of what's funny, 'cause I think there's a lot of things that are really funny that don't make you laugh, that don't make you physically, audibly make a noise, but is something that is much more powerful than that. — Tim Heidecker

The whore or the saint: these seemed to be the prototypes set up by the Church's historic misogyny. But was there no alternative model to follow?
Yes, for Anne had seen for herself that it was possible to be an independent thinker, set free from the pattern of sinful Eve or patient Griselda. She had been in the company of clever, strong-willed women like the Regent Margaret of Austria and Margaret of Navarre. The influence of evangelism had enabled women of character to take an alternative path, one that offered Anne Boleyn a different future. — Joanna Denny

I like a dramatic eye and a bold lip. — Natalia Kills

The Web is functionally fantastic, but it's a tool. A terrific place to present information but not, at this stage, a tenably emotional location. — Kevin Roberts

With both acting and ballet, often you can't just choose when you do it, whereas a painter can go at his own pace. — Mia Wasikowska

Midsummer Night was roasting hot. The shore, of red granite, glowed with the heat; the dark blood of the earth seemed to be rising from below. There was a sharp, unbearable smell of birds, of cod, of green decaying seaweed. Through the mist the huge ruddy sun loomed nearer and nearer. And in the sea, dark blood welled up to meet it - in bloated, rearing, huge white waves.
Night. The mouth of the bay between two cliffs was like a window. A window shutting out curious eyes with a white shade-white woolly fog. And all that you could see was that behind it something red was happening. ("The North") — Yevgeny Zamyatin