Marilynne Robinson On Grief Quotes & Sayings
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What the mind don't 'member, the heart still know. Love, the strongest thang of all. Stronger than all the rest. — Lisa Wingate
My custom has always been to ponder grief; that is, to follow it through ventricle and aorta to find its lurking places. — Marilynne Robinson
The critics slap labels on you and then expect you to talk inside their terms. — Doris Lessing
Oh, I may be devout, but I am human all the same. — Moliere
When a man turns his face to God he finds sunshine everywhere. — Abdu'l- Baha
A promise unkept will take a man's mind. — Claire Vaye Watkins
The all but unanimous judgment seems to be that we, the democracies, are just as responsible for the rise of the dictators as the dictatorships themselves, and perhaps more so. — Harry Emerson Fosdick
All the conservation efforts in the world won't be enough to make a dent in the oncoming sustainability crisis our planet faces. — Naveen Jain
Growing old is to be set free. It is a slow and long-simmering process that extracts you from what you are really made of. But it requires acceptance. You cannot put a flailing chicken in a boiling pot. You must accept the heat and the pain with serenity so that the full flavors of your life maybe released. — Samantha Sotto
Chimerical grief - now guilt, now blame, now the thought that it could all have been otherwise. ~ Glory — Marilynne Robinson
Journalists should denounce government by public opinion polls. — Dan Rather
Our dream of life will end as dreams do end, abruptly and completely, when the sun rises, when the light comes. And we will think, all that fear and all that grief were about nothing. But that cannon be true. I can't believe we will forget our sorrows altogether. That would mean forgetting that we had lived, humanly speaking. Sorrow seems to me to be a great part of the substance of human life. — Marilynne Robinson
When people come to speak to me, whatever they say, I am struck by a kind of incandescence in them, the 'I' whose predicate can be 'love' or 'fear' or 'want,' and whose object can be 'someone' or 'nothing' and it won't really matter, because the loveliness is just in that presence, shaped around 'I' like a flame on a wick, emanating itself in grief and guilt and joy and whatever else. — Marilynne Robinson
