Meinem Quotes & Sayings

That's not a goal," Kit said.
"Why? Because it's not yours? Which is better, Kit Meinem of Atyar? A single great victory, or a thousand small ones? — Kij Johnson

Under the harvest moon,
When the soft silver
Drips shimmering
Over the garden nights,
Death, the gray mocker,
Comes and whispers to you
As a beautiful friend
Who remembers. — Carl Sandburg

I have found a beautiful summary of the way I work with organisations, and the values I seek to amplify. — Martin Burns

The soul often hangs in a balance of some sort. Tonight do I lie down in the high fields with Dirk Tanner or not? At the fair, do I buy ribbons or wine? For the new ferry's headboard, do I use camphor or pearwood? Small things. A kiss, a ribbon, a grain that coaxes the knife this way or that. They are not, Kit Meinem of Atyar. Our souls wait for our answer because any answer changes us. This is why I wait to decide what I feel about your bridge. I'm waiting until I know how I will be changed."
"You never know how things will change you," Kit said.
"If you don't, you have not waited to find out. — Kij Johnson

While nothing in the Bible is contradictory, many of the Bible's most provocative and profound truths appear to us paradoxical. — John F. MacArthur Jr.

Ask any real estate broker to name the three most important factors in buying a property, and he'll say: "Location, location, location." Now ask him to name the chief justice of the United States Supreme Court, and he'll say: "Location, location, location." This tells us that we should not necessarily be paying a whole lot of attention to real estate brokers. — Dave Barry

There can be no stewardship without stewards. — John Jay Jackson Jr.

Don't you dare try to die again without asking my permission! — Shungiku Nakamura

Q: Why won't sharks attack lawyers? A: Professional courtesy. — Various

If you don't do what you love, you will never love what you do. And if you don't love whatever you do, you are likely to be worried anytime a duty is assigned to you concerning that. — Israelmore Ayivor

She was left to beg for mercy only to burn in torment again the next day. She was a weed struggling through cracks of concrete, unwanted, undesired, crushed and abused under trampling feet. She would never see the sun. She would never be free. She would always be a solitary candle in the dark, cold without a flame to warm it, forever peering out at the world through a laminated sheet of glass too thick to penetrate. When she died, if she was ever allowed, no one would ever know. She would pass a faded ghost of a girl abandoned by all. — Airicka Phoenix