Sr Joan Chittister Quotes & Sayings

Everybody is tense. Tad does his best to — William Swanson

There are two different categories of love. The first category is called a fairytale. The second category of love is called just another lesson — Taylor Swift

There is a lot of bad architecture. What we need more is to look at how our landscape should look in the next decades. — Dieter Rams

I think she's a witch," Marco says. "And I mean that in the most complimentary manner. — Erin Morgenstern

Some people say readin too many books will stunt your growth. — Henry Dumas

As the Dark Lord spoke when he saw the Archangel Michael descending upon him: We are in some serious shit. — C.T. Phipps

A poet is a painter of the soul. — Isaac D'Israeli

Hold on a second, partner. I've got a few questions, like, where are the rest of your clothes? And why doesn't she have any shoes?" He pointed to Luna's bare toes. She had an answer for that. "My boyfriend here is trying to protect my reputation. Such a sweetie." She giggled. "See, the real reason the stove accidentally stayed on is I might have accidentally grabbed and turned a knob when Jeoff was taking me like a wild beast on the counter. — Eve Langlais

Forgive me not according to my unworthiness, but according to thy loving kindness. — Leo Tolstoy

Ignorantly Violate the Laws of Universe Brings Destructive Result to Individual Lives — Sunday Adelaja

The idols of the nations are silver and gold, The work of men's hands; 13 They have a mouth, but they shall not speak; They have eyes, but they shall not see; 14 They have ears, but they shall not hear; They have noses, but they shall not smell; 15 They have hands, but they shall not feel; They have feet, but they shall not walk; They shall make no sound with their throats. 16 May those who make them become like them, And all who trust in them. — Anonymous

Her smile was like a swift light passing across a darkened room.
("Hair") — Joan Aiken

It is strange how deeply colours seem to penetrate one, like scent. — George Eliot

I could not cry for my own brother; he would not want me to. But I found myself crying for this hated stranger and the endless slaughter that I had almost contributed to. (page 8) — Amelia Atwater-Rhodes