Recollectionstion Quotes & Sayings

Prayer without faith is not answered. — Maddy Malhotra

Listen to me, all you in distant lands! Pay attention, you who are far away! The LORD called me before my birth; from within the womb he called me by name. 2 He made my words of judgment as sharp as a sword. He has hidden me in the shadow of his hand. I am like a sharp arrow in his quiver. — Anonymous

Insults sting but a little when they stem from a man's ignorance. — Susan Wiggs

When I was about 12, I was studying Chinese and ballet with my brother, and one morning Jonathan said to me, 'I don't think I'm going to go to ballet class anymore,' and I looked at him and said, 'You know, I don't think I'm going to go to Chinese class anymore.' — Damian Woetzel

So they won't hear me," Fuka-Eri said quietly. — Haruki Murakami

My doctor said I had OCD. I couldn't believe it. I had to call him nine times to make sure. — Judy Gold

Unlimited power in the hands of limited people always leads to cruelty. — David Mitchell

In my opinion, too much attention to weather makes for instability of character. — Elizabeth Goudge

I come from a theater background, so usually, at the start, you know what happens and where the character goes and everything. But with TV, it's really unpredictable. — Kimiko Glenn

A victory with so many victims is nothing but the biggest defeat! — Mehmet Murat Ildan

I revise my suicide plan to slow death by morphling. I will become a yellow-skinned bag of bones, with enormous eyes. I'm a couple of days into the plan, making good progress, when something unexpected happens. I begin to sing. At the window, in the shower, in my sleep. Hour after hour of ballads, love songs, mountain airs. All the songs my father taught me before he died, for certainly there has been very little music in my life since. What's amazing is how clearly I remember them. The tunes, the lyrics. My voice, at first rough and breaking on the high notes, warms up into something splendid. A voice that would make the mockingjays fall silent and then tumble over themselves to join in. Days pass, weeks. I watch the snows fall on the ledge outside my window. And in all that time, mine is the only voice I hear. What — Suzanne Collins

Bedu notice everything and forget nothing. Garrulous by nature, they reminisce endlessly, whiling away with the chatter the long marching hours, and talking late into the night round their camp fires. Their life is at all times desperately hard, and they are merciless critics of those who fall short in patience, good humour, generosity, loyalty, or courage. They make no allowance for the stranger. Whoever lives with the Bedu must accept Bedu conventions, and conform to Bedu standards. Only those who have journeyed with them them can appreciate the strain of such a life. — Wilfred Thesiger