Technetics Quotes & Sayings

How wicked it would be, if we could, to call the dead back! She said not to me but to the chaplain, 'I am at peace with God.' She smiled, but not at me. Poi si torno all' eterna fontana. — C.S. Lewis

My mother told me to raise my kids with calculated neglect. They get their self-worth from doing what they can do and not having everything done for them. — Lea Thompson

Jesus reached out his hand and touched the man and said, 'I will. Be healed!' And immediately the man was healed from his disease" (Matt. 8:3). — Max Lucado

I want to direct, produce, and write, learning as I go. — Emmanuel Lewis

Dear me! If only men and women would trust, understand and help as my children do, what a capital place 'the world would be! — Louisa May Alcott

All this working land was turned into exuberance by the light. The sunshine was dizzy on open stubble; shadows from immense cumulus clouds were forever sliding across low mounds; and the sky was wider and loftier and more resolutely blue than the sky of cities ... she declared. It's a glorious country; a land to be big in — Sinclair Lewis

Now all we have to worry about is all the other books, and, of course, life, which is huge and complicated and will not warn you before it hurts you. — Neil Gaiman

There was just so much poison inside me... — Stephen King

It is counterproductive to the devil to remind you that you are God's beloved when he is tempting you. — Paul Silway

Hatred will never be erased! The only thing you can do ... is erase the ones you hate. - Hakuryuu — Shinobu Ohtaka

We said we would meet again but we made no arrangements. Not out of any bad feeling between us, but because I felt it had all been said, or not said but understood, and she probably did too. To know she was there was enough, and for her to know I was around was probably too. Sometimes that's all people ever really need. Just to know. — Cecelia Ahern

We do not yet possess ourselves, and we know at the same time that we are much more. — Ralph Waldo Emerson

Discovery consists not in seeking new lands, but in seeing with new eyes. — Marcel Proust