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The solution to putting an end to bullying is to stop it at the source but also to find out what is causing the person to behave the way that they do. — Hunter King
Change the world one "what-about-socialization" question at a time, my friend. — Jamerrill Stewart
The Bible equips us for ministry. And ministry is not limited to pastors, priests, nuns, speakers, authors, and Bible teachers. Ministry is doing God's work wherever He has placed us ... in our home, in our school, in our workplace, in our neighborhood, in our community, and in our world. — Wendy Blight
Youth knows no remedy for grief but death. — Winifred Holtby
miscellaneous guns to choose from. These guns were not ideal since they came from differing countries and — Richard Testrake
You just pick your head up and stare at something beautiful like the sky,
or the ocean and you move the hell on. — James Patterson
We who bore the mark, felt no anxiety about the shape the future was to take. All of these faiths and teachings seemed to us already dead and useless. The only duty and destiny we acknowledged was that each one of us should become so completely himself, so utterly faithful to the active seed which nature planted within him, that in living out its growth he could be surprised by nothing unknown to come. — Hermann Hesse
He slept once again in the small tent by his side, even though he thought Temeraire was well over his distress, and was rewarded in the morning by being woken early, Temeraire peering into the tent with one great eye and inquiring if perhaps Laurence would like to go to Dover and arrange for the concert today.
"I would like to sleep until a civilized hour, but as that is evidently not to be, perhaps I will ask leave of Lenton to go," Laurence said, yawning as he crawled from the tent. "May I have my breakfast first?"
"Oh, certainly," Temeraire said, with an air of generosity. — Naomi Novik
The candle aimed its spark of light at heaven, like an artist who consumes himself to become divine. — John Steinbeck