Shadell Purefoy Quotes & Sayings

She became a very famous, very popular young girl. Before that, she was my daughter, but now I'm her father. — Ziauddin Yousafzai

Inspired by Alex Haley's 'Roots,' at the age of 11 I began a handwritten Middle Passage story called 'Lawdy, Lawdy, Make Us Free.' I was raised by civil rights activists with a very strong sense of racial history and consciousness. — Tananarive Due

Your past is not as important as your future. Did you know that? Can't change anything about what you've been, but you can change who you'll become. — Siri Mitchell

John: 'Have mercy. I don't want to die!'
Sita: 'Then you should never have been born. — Christopher Pike

P53-knowledge emerges only through invention and reinvention, the restless,impatient,continuing,hopeful inquiry beings pursue with the world and with others. — Paulo Freire

You are what you do when it counts — John Steakley

I know it's hard for you to trust me. If I ever find the man who did this to you, who made you so frightened, I'll kill him with my bare hands. But you can trust me. — Juliet Marillier

Motion picture making is a very, very involved affair. It is completely my baby. I'm a thorough professional. I plan films right from the conception of an idea to its final execution. — Dev Anand

I was in a convent for a year. — Beatrice Wood

The cracks grew over him like vines, faster and faster. At first he bucked, whinnying metallic screeches. Then he gradually stilled, looking up at me with frightened glass eyes.
He was growing.
New, molten glass leeched out between his fissures, cooled and hardened only to crack again and make room for more liquid glass. The gears inside him moaned and creaked, and metal filings gathered at the base of his transparent stomach, only to fly up again and form more joints and chains and gears. Black smoke poured from his nostrils.
Soon he was the size of a large dog, then a man, and still he grew and grew until he towered over my bed, as big as any plow horse I'd ever seen. Glass dripped down his flanks like sweat, a few rivulets still glowing with molten heat. — Betsy Cornwell

The world may be ending, but all I could see was beginnings. — Mandy M. Roth