Rickerts Tree Quotes & Sayings

Nothing in the Shastras, which is capable of being reasoned, can stand if it is in conflict with reason. — Mahatma Gandhi

Evil is the moment when I lack the strength to be true to the Good that compels me. — Alain Badiou

Say something," he whispered against her skin.
"I want more," she whispered just as quietly. — Elizabeth Finn

It's the person who likes to pat dogs to whom dogs come for pats. — Arthur Gordon

You're like a half-tamed creature, still shy of the bridle. 'Except you enthrall me, never shall be free.' But freedom is an illusion, anyway. — Nenia Campbell

Great accountability is nothing more and nothing less than having the courage to demand that the people who work for you use their strengths in a responsible way. Learning — Jonathan Raymond

Benevolent hands reach down from heaven to offer us the most hopeful warning and remedy: Prepare to meet your God. — Billy Graham

If you take the cameras out of the courtroom, then you hide a certain measure of truth from the public. — Lance Ito

You know what Andy Warhol's sole contribution to this country has been? He made Campbell's Soup a household word. — Alan Arkin

Began to tear at it - not as a creature that eats earth and grass, but as if it were eating a curtain or a piece of scenery with the world painted on it. — Neil Gaiman

That's precisely what my novel is about. It's called Demons, and it's a description of how these demons entered the herd of swine. — Fyodor Dostoyevsky

Rather, genuine compassion is based on the rationale that all human beings have an innate desire to be happy and overcome suffering, just like myself. And, just like myself, they have the natural right to fulfill this fundamental aspiration. — Dalai Lama XIV

Most of our teachers, knowing we had an extra day off, usually piled on the homework to make up for it. — V.C. Andrews

Still, I'm not convinced that you were right, Dai
that it's such a bad thing, a useless enterprise to reel and reel out my memory at night. Some part of me, the human part of me, is kept alive by this, I think. Like water flushing a wound, to prevent it from closing. I am a lucky one, like Chiyo says. I made a terrible mistake. In Gifu, in my raggedy clothes, I had an unreckonable power. I didn't know it at the time. But when I return to the stairwell now, I can feel them webbing around me: my choices, their infinite variety, spiraling out of my hands, my invisible thread. Regret is a pilgrimage back to the place where I was free to choose. It's become my sanctuary here in Nowhere Mill. A threshold where I still exist. — Karen Russell