Quotes & Sayings About Sophie From The Chrysalids

I worry a lot about taking care of my dependents, all those perfectly ordinary middle-class preoccupations. — Orson Welles

There is nothing too mysterious about Ray Porter, at least not in the usual sense of the word. He is single, he is kind, he tries to do the right thing, and he does not understand himself, or women, or his relationships with women. — Steve Martin

We're born with success. It is only others who point out our failures, and what they attribute to us as failure. — Whoopi Goldberg

Nature itself cannot err — Thomas Hobbes

Both sides had more confidence in their opponents' weaknesses than their own strength. — H.W. Brands

For Catholics before Vatican II, the land of the free was pre-eminently the land of Sister Says-except, of course, for Sister, for whom it was the land of Father Says. — Wilfrid Sheed

How often I failed in my duty to God, because I was not leaning on the strong pillar of prayer. — Teresa Of Avila

Suffering does not ennoble. It destroys. To resist destruction, self-hatred, or lifelong hopelessness, we have to throw off the conditioning of being despised, the fear of becoming the they that is talked about so dismissively, to refuse lying myths and easy moralities, to see ourselves as human, flawed, and extraordinary. All of us extraordinary — Dorothy Allison

I want to be an advocate for the people who don't have time to read the newspaper ... or the money to make a political contribution. — Richard J. Codey

I don't like all this talking in the press. — Vitali Klitschko

Our many different cultures notwithstanding, there's something about the holidays that makes the planet communal. Even nations that do not celebrate Christmas can't help but be caught up in the collective spirit of their neighbors, as twinkling lights dot the landscape and carols fill the air. It's an inspiring time of the year. — Marlo Thomas

The danger we have is that we want to water down what Jesus said to make it mean something that aligns with our common sense. — Oswald Chambers

I see now that the unnamed soldier is a gift. The named soldier - dead, melted wax - demands a response among the living ... a response no one can make. Names are no comfort, they're a call to answer the unanswerable. Why did she die, not him? Why do the survivors remain anonymous - as if cursed - while the dead are revered? Why do we cling to what we lose while we ignore what we still hold? — Steven Erikson

I do not suffer fools — E. Lockhart