Transvaal Jade Quotes & Sayings

Young Henry was conscious, this night, that he had lived for fifteen tedious years without accomplishing any single thing of importance. And had his mother known his feeling she would have said,
'He is growing.'
And his father would have repeated after her,
'Yes, the boy is growing.' But neither would have understood what the other meant. — John Steinbeck

She lies there, deflating like a stuck balloon because she knew there would be pain and sometimes, as she's learning so quickly and much too early, we are alone with it. Despite Moms and Dads and all the others who might be hovering nearby, in the end we are alone with it. — P. Carey Reid

Well, if you're writing a thriller, you have to have your character in mortal jeopardy on page 1 or it's not a thriller. — Don Winslow

People will often, almost always, prefer a male God. A male image of God gives them this sense of security, safety, order, no nonsense. So that's where their psyche is at. Probably it's something that they've got to go through. Not that there isn't a need for order in the world, but the mystical level seems to be the mature level of religion, and there the question is not order but union - divine union. And so, without some integration of the feminine, usually you never get to the mystical level. — Richard Rohr

You've done the bourgeois thing, perhaps, but let's not call that love. — Marianne Williamson

Ive them your faith, and they become confident, energized, and self-reliant. — John C. Maxwell

Maybe everything the slave catcher said was true, Cora thought, every justification, and the sons of Ham were cursed and the slave master performed the Lord's will. And maybe he was just a man talking to an outhouse door, waiting for someone to wipe her ass. - — Colson Whitehead

Myth continues to be a valuable way to understand parts of our nature that we can't quantify. — Karen Russell

It's not up to the courts to invent new minorities that get special protections. — Antonin Scalia

My heart, for unknown reasons, seems to freeze in motion in my chest. I can see he senses it and he holds his pause to enjoy my suffering, prolonging my ignorance. Viktor, what? — Gwenn Wright