Stephen Westaby Quotes & Sayings

The sadness from reading letters that you know you can't help because it's a person who's in extremis and their problems are not soluble by an advice column. — Emily Yoffe

I am sorry," Will said.
"No," Jem said ... "Don't be ordinary like that. Don't say you're sorry. — Cassandra Clare

The highways of American cities are an enduring testimony to our acceptance of ugliness — J. Rufus Fears

The future of every one of us is in our own hands. — Sunday Adelaja

Winning an argument is losing it as it makes the loser feel bad. — Deepak Chopra

You made a choice, you get what you choose. — Terry Pratchett

One day in Johannesburg, and already the tribe was being rebuilt, the house and soul being restored. — Alan Paton

I would rank George Washington as America's greatest president, but he only had to defeat what was then the world's greatest military power with a ragtag group of irregulars and some squirrel guns, whereas Ronald Reagan had to defeat liberals. — Ann Coulter

part of the parenting process is helping children understand that they are not the center of the universe. — John C. Maxwell

Every man I have ever known has fallen in love with Gilda and awakened with me. — Rita Hayworth

Satan can do only what the sovereign God allows him to do. — R.C. Sproul

I'm willing to look my own nightmare on film, but if it endangers my life, then I'm willing to put my life before movies. — John Travolta

There is nothing new, from Greek mythology to Shakespeare to every romcom ever made, we're just reimagining the same 12 story plots over and over again - so what makes people keep watching and listening? It's all about the character. — Jeremy Renner

Our generation, and that of our children, will face its share of crises, just like every generation in the past. When those calls come, will you be ready? The answer depends on how we educate the next generation. — Oliver DeMille

Yes, I was my father and I was my son, I asked myself questions and answered as best I could, I had it told to me evening after evening, the same old story I knew by heart and couldn't believe, or we walked together, hand in hand, silent, sunk in our worlds, each in his worlds, the hands forgotten in each other. That's how I've held out till now. And this evening again it seems to be working, I'm in my arms, I'm holding myself in my arms, without much tenderness, but faithfully, faithfully. Sleep now, as under that ancient lamp, all twined together, tired out with so much talking, so much listening, so much toil and play. — Samuel Beckett