Seuchand Quotes & Sayings

Pierre Curie, a brilliant scientist, happened to marry a still more brilliant one - Marie, the famous Madame Curie - and is the only great scientist in history who is consistently identified as the husband of someone else. — Isaac Asimov

Consider your possessions loaned to you by God. — St. Catherine Of Siena

A missionary is not a missionary until they set their ax against the roots of the culture's sacred oaks. They are not a missionary until they have issued a challenge against the central idols of that culture. A mission that only addresses the individual soul and never the society in which that soul operates is an exercise in futility. Only a comprehensive challenge, a message that proclaims Jesus Christ as Lord over everything - including rulers and powers - can win a nation for Christ. — Bojidar Marinov

What we love we can save, including each other, even when we are afraid. — Julian Aguon

Also, he had always had a great tolerance which seemed the nicest thing about him if it were not the most sinister. — Ernest Hemingway,

I was crazy about Heath. And his blood. Erik was an amazing guy who I really, really liked. Loren was completely delicious. Jeesh, I sucked. - Zoey Redbird (Ch 20) — P.C. Cast

O thoughts of men accursed!
Past and to come seems best; things present, worst. — William Shakespeare

To me, acting is the most logical way for people's neuroses to manifest themselves, in this great need we all have to express ourselves. — James Dean

I take the greatest lesson from compassion - it takes away all the conceit out of my life. — Sri Chinmoy

book and happened to strike a wonderful passage I would close the book then and there and go for a walk. I hated the thought of coming to the end of a good book. I would tease it along, delay the inevitable as long as possible. — Rosalyn D'Mello

She thought it funny how the poor environment had been raped just fine until there was a sufficient excess of the people who had effected the raping to produce sufficient numbers of themselves who were sufficiently idle that they might begin to protest the raping of the environment, which was irretrievably lost to the raping by that point.
And this would be the great soothing cathedral music, the stopping of the chainsaws amid the patter of acid rain, that all good citizens would listen to for the quarter-century it took them all to wire up to cyberspace and forget about the lost hopeless run-over gang-ridden land, reproducing madly still all the while, inside their bunkers listening to NPR. — Padgett Powell