Maryeruth Boone Quotes & Sayings

God whispers in our pleasures, but shouts in our pain. — C.S. Lewis

She's wearing this backpack with yarn coming out of it, so she can knit while she's standing. — Maria Semple

They preach the supremacy of the state, declare its omnipotence over individual man and predict its eventual domination of all peoples on the Earth. They are the focus of evil in the modern world ... So, in your discussions of the nuclear freeze proposals, I urge you to beware the temptation of pride, the temptation of blithely declaring yourselves above it all and label both sides equally at fault, to ignore the facts of history and the aggressive impulses of an evil empire, to simply call the arms race a giant misunderstanding and thereby remove yourself from the struggle between right and wrong and good and evil. — Ronald Reagan

Even Avataras, saints, and sages have to undergo the ordeal of suffering, for they take upon themselves the burden of sins of omission and commission of ordinary human beings and thereby sacrifice themselves for the good of humanity. — Sarada Devi

He'd never sat vigil for someone before - didn't know what he was supposed to do other than wait. And lust for the man sitting by his side. As if Death weren't enough to fight off, the world had to go and throw Desire into the fray as well. — Rhys Ford

Heroism is a matter of integrity
beco ming more and more at each step ourselves. — Joseph Campbell

Before i going out i stood in such a way that i could see the face in the wooden flooring. and i was really Christ. — Karl Ove Knausgard

Mr Moss's courtyard is railed in like a cage, lest the gentlemen who are boarding with him should take a fancy to escape from his hospitality. — William Makepeace Thackeray

The novel belongs to our parents, I thought then, I think now. That's what we grew up believing, that the novel belonged to our parents. We cursed them, and also took refuge in their shadows, relieved. While the adults killed or were killed, we drew pictures in a corner. While the country was falling to pieces, we were learning to talk, to walk, to fold napkins in the shapes of boats, of airplanes. While the novel was happening, we played hide-and-seek, we played at disappearing. — Alejandro Zambra

Anger may be kindled in the noblest breasts: but in these slow droppings of an unforgiving temper never takes the shape of consistency of enduring hatred. — Kathleen Casey

I am a shadow's shade, a lunatic, perhaps,
Of two dark moons. — Marina Tsvetaeva

Maybe Ridley was like chicken pox; you could only catch it once. — Kami Garcia