Mbrace Quotes & Sayings

If you're not a criminal, then what are you doing stealing all these swords and things?" For a moment he was silent. Then he rubbed his chin and said, "There's no name for it in English." "Oh, is there not? 'Burglary' seems descriptive enough." "Kyojitsu." He looked levelly into her eyes, not wavering. "False-true. — Laura Kinsale

It was with extreme difficulty that Nipper, the black-eyed, who looked on steadfastly, contained herself at this crisis, and, until the subsequent departure of Mrs. Chick. But the nursery being at length free of visitors, she made herself some recompense for her late restraint. — Charles Dickens

Reversing your treatment of the man you have wronged is better than asking his forgiveness. — Elbert Hubbard

Going in, you want to play a perfect season and play throughout the whole entire season, but injuries are a part of basketball. — Kyrie Irving

Courage, cheerfulness, and a desire to work depends mostly on good nutrition. — Jacob Moleschott

Yes, a dark time passed over this land, but now there is something like light. — Dave Eggers

Where were the saints to try to change the social order, not just to minister to the slaves, but to do away with slavery? — Dorothy Day

My grandmother, she's been the positive portion of my life the entire time. — Curtis Jackson

Many men, seemingly impelled by fortune, hasten forward to meet misfortune half way. — Jean-Jacques Rousseau

You can't forbid children to do things that are available to them at every turn. God told Eve, 'Don't give the apple to Adam,' and look what happened. It's in our nature to want the things we see. — Evel Knievel

True anarchy is the generative element of religion. Out of the annihilation of all existing institutions she raises her glorious head, as the new foundress of the world. — Novalis

We are beautiful souls with beautiful spirits. — Lailah Gifty Akita

I feel sick when I look at the parody synopsis, at the letters from the film company ... The novel is 'about' a colour problem. I said nothing in it that wasn't true. But the emotion it came out of was something frightening, the unhealthy, feverish illicit excitement of wartime, a lying nostalgia, a longing for licence, for freedom, for the jungle, for formlessness. It is so clear to me that I can't read that novel now without feeling ashamed, as if I were in a street naked. Yet no one else seems to see it. Not one of the reviewers saw it. Not one of my cultivated and literary friends saw it. It is an immoral novel because that terrible lying nostalgia lights every sentence. — Doris Lessing