Sharmishtha Raikar Quotes & Sayings

A sinner is not justified before God (coram Deo) apart from the righteousness of Christ apprehended by faith. — Jonathan Edwards

Nature, in its ministry to man, is not only the material, but is also the process and the result. All the parts incessantly work into each other's hands for the profit of man. The wind sows the seed; the sun evaporates the sea; the wind blows the vapor to the field; the ice, on the other side of the planet, condenses rain on this; the rain feeds the plant; the plant feeds the animal; and thus the endless circulations of the divine charity nourish man. — Ralph Waldo Emerson

It must be nice, Queenie thought, to be one thing or another, to know where you belonged. — Michael Korda

Nothing lasts until it is incessantly renewed — Charles De Gaulle

Because sometimes there are problems bigger than this week's end of the world and sometimes you just have to find the extraordinary in your ordinary life. — Patrick Ness

I had nothing to fear from my father.
Except his disappointment.
Which was no small thing. — Barbara Delinsky

You have my attention.
I know you want a motorcycle or you will think you want one for a while.
Well, I don't have one.
But I have an unusual heart.
And you can have it if you want it. — Jamie Tworkowski

When you're on the Olympic team at 15, you don't do anything else. There's no normal social development, and your decisions are made for you. — Cathy Rigby

In Pliny I read about the invention of clay modeling. A Sicyonian potter came to Corinth. There his daughter fell in love with a young man who had to make frequent long journeys away from the city. When he sat with her at home, she used to trace the outline of his shadow that a candle's light cast on the wall. Then, in his absence she worked over the profile, deepening, so that she might enjoy his face, and remember. One day the father slapped some potter's clay over the gouged plaster; when the clay hardened he removed it, baked it, and "showed it abroad" (63). — Annie Dillard

Literature can train, and exercise, our ability to weep for those who are not us or ours.
Who would we be if we could not sympathize with those who are not us or ours? Who would we be if we could not forget ourselves, at least some of the time? Who would we be if we could not learn? Forgive? Become something other than we are? — Susan Sontag

He did not torture himself with vain attempts to hold his brain as a mirror to his heart, that he might read his heart there. The heart is deaf and dumb and blind, but it has more in it - more life and blessedness, more torture and death - than any poor knowledge-machine of a brain can understand, or even delude itself into the fancy of understanding. — George MacDonald

I'm just skin covering coffee and some real nervous teeth. — Bill Hicks

When, in 1949, I decided to join the little band of early explorers who had followed Albert Claude in his pioneering expeditions, electron microscopy was still in its infancy. — Christian De Duve

Rose. Listen to me. Run. Run as fast and as hard as you can back to your dorm. Tell the guardians."
I nodded. There was no questioning here.
Reaching out, he gripped my upper arm, gaze locked on me to make sure I understood his next words. "Do not stop," he said. "No matter what you hear, no matter what you see, do not stop. Not until you've warned the others. Don't stop unless you're directly confronted. Do you understand?"
I nodded again. He released his hold.
"Tell them buria."
I nodded again.
"Run. — Richelle Mead