Quotes & Sayings About The Little Boy Who Cried Wolf

Many of the insights of the saint stem from their experience as sinners. — Eric Hoffer

I am so glad you decided on the cream silk for the evening, Miss Wyndham," she said.
"Thank you, Lady Atherton." It was an absolutely beautiful gown, a pearly cream that glowed whenever light hit it.
"Such a talented modiste, Mrs. Valant. She hides your figure remarkably well," she added, making me wish to smack her with my overly beaded reticule. — Tarun Shanker

A whetstone, though it cannot cut, may sharpen a knife that will. — Charles Haddon Spurgeon

You, too, be courageous! The world needs convinced and fearless witnesses. It is not enough to discuss, it is necessary to act! — Pope John Paul II

Charlotte views her younger selves with a certain detachment. They are herself, but other incarnations, innocents going about half-forgotten business. — Penelope Lively

At first happiness might seem like just desserts for biological fitness (more accurately, the states that would have led to fitness in the environment in which we evolved). We are happier when we are healthy, well-fed, comfortable, safe, prosperous, knowledgeable, respected, non-celibate, and loved. Compared to their opposites, these objects of striving are conducive to reproduction. The function of happiness would be to mobilize the mind to seek the keys to Darwinian fitness. When we are unhappy, we work for the things that make us happy; when we are happy, we keep the status quo. The problem is, how much fitness is worth striving for? — Steven Pinker

The fact is, it was a big show. We were a part of that show. Everybody watches for different reasons. There were some people who were tuning in that day to see what was going on with other characters. — Matthew Ashford

When a New Yorker looks like he has a suntan, it's probably rust. — Laurence J. Peter

I think that public service is tough on a family - no ifs, ands, buts about it. I have my own personal wishes, but they're not always front and center. — Maria Shriver

I made my bed and I sleep like a baby with no regrets and I don't mind saying it's a sad, sad story when a mother will teach her daughter that she ought to hate a perfect stranger. And how in the world can the words that I said send somebody so over the edge that they'd write me a letter saying that I better shut up and sing or my life will be over? — Dixie Chicks