Morella Caroliniensis Quotes & Sayings

Take it and return it: the kiss of love. — Soren Kierkegaard

I sighed, because that's what unrequited love made you do. Sigh with self-pity. — Sariah Wilson

The church becomes irrelevant when it becomes purely a human creation. We are not all we were made to be when everything in our lives and churches can be explained apart from the work and presence of the Spirit of God. — Francis Chan

When you're growing up, you want to feel part of something. — Reese Hoffa

There is a germ of religion in human nature so strong that whenever an order of men can persuade the people by flattery or terror that they have salvation at their disposal, there can be no end to fraud, violence, or usurpation. — Christopher Hitchens

While mistakes may be local, in today's connected world embarrassment is global — Gyan Nagpal

I whirled around and saw no one. No psychotic mad scientists, anyway.
"Jackpot, Max! Jackpot!" It was was Fang, and he was giggling hysterically.
For those of you just joining us, Fang doesn't giggle. Especially hysterically.
So for a second, this seemed like one of the weirder dreams of recent days. — James Patterson

We all know what we had, don't we? We just never thought we could lose it. — Tanya Byrne

The act of nutrition is not a purely physiological event ... The family meal is a formality that cultivates in us ... a capacity for sharing, generosity, thoughtfulness, a talent for civilized conversation. — Francine Du Plessix Gray

The idea of being productive, the idea of producing many books is going to lead you toward you becoming a better and better writer. — Walter Mosley

God's sovereignty does not negate our responsibility to pray, but rather makes it possible for us to pray with confidence. — Jerry Bridges

The only antidote to chaos is peace itself. — Marianne Williamson

Only lovers know the value and magnanimity of truth. — Henry David Thoreau

You know what I had a problem with? The war - the war in Afghanistan. — Lupe Fiasco

Nevertheless we cherish all books, especially the unread ones, for who knows what secrets they might yield one day?
- p.397, as by Larry Zagorski, in his short story "The City of the Sun — Jake Arnott