Marie St. Clare Quotes & Sayings

The fact that we are human beings is infinitely more important than all the peculiarities that distinguish human beings from one another; it is never the given that confers superiorities: 'virtue', as the ancients called it, is defined on the level of 'that which depends on us'. — Simone De Beauvoir

The sounds of a man crying is a piteous noise, almost worse than an infant's cry. Babies are either hungry, sick or bored, or need changing. This man was none of those things. He was wrapped in grief as deep as the ocean, and no one could do anything to help him. — Samantha Hayes

You know, as stupid-ass delusions go, this one is pretty good," said Sloane. "It's consistent, it's logical, and it's fucking moronic. Gold star." "Don't say 'moronic,'" said Jeff. "It's ableist language, and you know I won't stand for that." "Fuck you," replied Sloane genially. "Much less offensive," said Jeff. — Seanan McGuire

Imagine if we applied as much grace to others as we give ourselves & as much law to ourselves as we apply to others. — Orrin Woodward

There are things done so badly that one is tempted to think that there is an intention behind. — Luigina Sgarro

I have defined love as the will to extend oneself for the purpose of nurturing one's own or another's spiritual growth. Genuine love is volitional rather than emotional. The person who truly loves does so because of a decision to love. — M. Scott Peck

Sun so generous it shall be you- Leaves of Grass — Walt Whitman

The thing about members of your family is that if you met them for the first time at a party, you might not bother to take their phone number, and yet something binds you. — Celia Imrie

Iraq is no diversion. It is a place where civilization is taking a decisive stand against chaos and terror, we must not waver. — George W. Bush

The constant buzz and pressure and noise and static of the Internet, and the way it makes young people feel makes it difficult to grow up and develop the way one might want to. — Ethan Hawke

I judge myself by the shiny, pretty people I see at parent-teacher meetings, or on Facebook, or Pinterest, who seem to totally have their shit together and never have unwashed hair. They never wait until Thursday night to help their kid with the entire week's homework. They don't have piles of dusty boxes in corners waiting to be opened from the move before last. They have pretty, pastel lives, and they are happy, and they own picnic baskets and napkins and know how to recycle, and they never run out of toilet paper or get their electricity turned off. And it's not even that I want to be one of those people. I fucking hate picnics. If God wanted us to eat on the ground He wouldn't have invented couches. I just don't want to feel like a failure because my biggest accomplishment of the day was going to the bank. — Jenny Lawson