Pithecanthropus Alalus Quotes & Sayings

Here is Christianity with its marvellous parable of the Prodigal Son to teach us indulgence and pardon. Jesus was full of love for souls wounded by the passions of men; he loved to bind up their wounds and to find in those very wounds the balm which should heal them. Thus he said to the Magdalen: "Much shall be forgiven thee because thou hast loved much," a sublimity of pardon which can only have called forth a sublime faith.
Why do we make ourselves more strict than Christ? Why, holding obstinately to the opinions of the world, which hardens itself in order that it may be thought strong, do we reject, as it rejects, souls bleeding at wounds by which, like a sick man's bad blood, the evil of their past may be healed, if only a friendly hand is stretched out to lave them and set them in the convalescence of the heart? — Alexandre Dumas-fils

Things musicals taught me: All your problems will go away if you sing about it. — Margaret Atwood

Rhyme, that enslaved queen, that supreme charm of our poetry, that creator of our meter. — Victor Hugo

My love for you is past the mind, beyond my heart, and into my soul. — Boris Kodjoe

Not allow this world to mold you in its own image. Instead, be transformed from the inside out by renewing your mind. As a result, you will be able to discern what God wills and whatever God finds good, pleasing, and complete. — Anonymous

I think the only necessary conclusion is that we are too beautiful, because being not beautiful at all just doesn't make sense. — Zoe Trope

He was untamed perfection. — Claire Contreras

The most pressing question on the problem of faith is whether a man as a civilized being can believe in the divinity of the Son of God, Jesus Christ, for therein rests the whole of our faith. — Fyodor Dostoevsky

If my children are silly, I must hope to be always sensible of it. — Jane Austen

There is a saying that, according to what a person's mentality is, even an angel may seem to him to have a devil's face. — Idries Shah

I don't love him, & he definitely doesn't love me. Still, he semi-fills a gaping black hole inside me. That place wants love, maybe even needs love, but love is something Im pretty sure doesn't exist. — Ellen Hopkins