Truimage Quotes & Sayings

And even now I experience that blessed feeling. To love one's neighbors, to love one's enemies. Always to love
to love God in all His Manifestations. To love one's friends is human love, but to love one's enemies is divine. — Leo Tolstoy

All the pictures on the walls, they all white as lilies and smiling like alligators. — Charlaine Harris

A favorite means of escaping the solution to any problem is to declare it too complex for solution. This absolves us from attempting solution ... Any problem is too complex to solve when we do not wish to accept the conditions of solution. Solution is possible where acceptance is ready. — Pearl S. Buck

Maybe the light's at the other end of the tunnel. — Ben Fountain

It is not for nothing that you are named Ransom," said the Voice ...
The whole distinction between things accidental and things designed, like the distinction between fact and myth, was purely terrestrial. The pattern is so large that within the little frame of earthly experience there appear pieces of it between which we can see no connection, and other pieces between which we can. Hence we rightly, for our sue, distinguish the accidental from the essential. But step outside that frame and the distinction drops down into the void, fluttering useless wings. He had been forced out of the frame, caught up into the larger pattern ... "My name also is Ransom," said the Voice. — C.S. Lewis

If you empower women, you can change the world. — Meg Ryan

Wise random strangers at bars are modern-day Oracles of Delphi, except drunk and sometimes leaving abruptly when it's their turn for karaoke. — Kelly Williams Brown

Even if I'm playing a bad guy, I work hard to make him multi-leveled and interesting. — Isaiah Washington

... I imagine her looking at me like that. Like I hung the moon and stars and everything in between, all of it just for her. — Monica Murphy

Kellan looked back at me, cocky amusement infused into his lopsided grin. "I'm glad you don't squeal when I look at you." He leaned in, his arm brushing mine. "I like having to earn it," he whispered. — S.C. Stephens