Springman Braden Quotes & Sayings

Modern man has so long preached a doctrine of false tolerance; he has so long believed that right and wrong were only differences in a point of view, that now when evil works itself out in practice he is paralyzed to do anything against it. — Fulton J. Sheen

A child needs both to be hugged and unhugged. The hug lets her know she is valuable. The unhug lets her know that she is viable. If you're always shoving your child away, they will cling to you for love. If you're always holding them closer, they will cling to you for fear. — Polly Berrien Berends

We've got a problem!" I shouted.
"No, I heard that. I mean, what's the problem now?"
"I have the solution!" Jack interrupted.
"What?" I sat up, all ears.
"Bells!"
"What?" Lend and I asked at the same time.
"Get her a kitty collar with bells on it. That way you can hear her coming and get someplace where you won't be hurt by collapsing immediately into sleep. — Kiersten White

For me music is pretty personal. I generally listen to it alone, and I've never been a lover of concerts. So I don't think I really bond with other people over music. That's not unique to music for me, either. I feel that way about film, television, art, everything. I read a book alone, so why wouldn't I listen to music alone? — Rick Moranis

I'm one of those people that will say, 'My cancer was a gift.' — Melissa Etheridge

But what truly horsey girls discover in the end is that boyfriends, husbands, children, and careers are the substitute-for horses — Jane Smiley

I will get stronger. I will return. — Gabrielle Giffords

We are all strings in the concert of God's joy. — Jakob Bohme

You set me up," I say. "One big con. You can't blame me because I turned out not to be gullible enough. You can't blame the mark. That's not how it works. Have some respect for the nature of the game. — Holly Black

Injustice boils in men's hearts as does steel in its cauldron, ready to pour forth, white hot, in the fullness of time. — Mother Jones

I think back on that day when 16-year-old me scribbled on some silly piece of paper for some long-forgotten high school career-day project that my dream job was 'romance novelist.' — Sarah MacLean