Unharmful Animals Quotes & Sayings

You are still young, so you think only of your own self. You do not notice the tribulations that occur all around you, to other people. Do not protest; it is true. I am not condemning you. I was as selfish as you, when I was your age. It is the custom of the young to be selfish ... But someday you will understand that nobody passes through this world without suffering
no matter what you think of them and their supposed good fortune. — Elizabeth Gilbert

In wars, it is always the children who suffer the most. — T.A. Uner

Knowing some Greek helped defuse forbidding words - not that I counted much on using them. You'll find only trace elements of this language in the poem. — James Merrill

What is a Lamb of God? People use this phrase.
I don't know.
I watch my sister, fingers straying absently about her mustache,
no help there. — Anne Carson

You have to do something to make your real life match your visualization. — Susan Jeffers

Community is not an ideal; it is people. It is you and I. In community we are called to love people just as they are with their wounds and their gifts, not as we want them to be. — Jean Vanier

Whitehead reacted strongly against the idea of God as a cosmic tyrant, one who brings about everything. — John Polkinghorne

You can't blame anyone for being cynical about politicians. — Peter Capaldi

Nature is a vast tablet, inscribed with signs, each of which has its own significancy, and becomes poetry in the mind when read; and geology is simply the key by which myriads of these signs, hitherto indecipherable, can be unlocked and perused, and thus a new province added to the poetical domain. — Hugh Miller

And Zeb's brother, Adam, was inside the flower too. That — Margaret Atwood

How could we [the world] have stood by and let that happen to them? We owe them. — Carroll S. Walsh Jr.

Consolation indiscreetly pressed upon us, when we are suffering undue affliction, only serves to increase our pain, and to render our grief more poignant. — Jean-Jacques Rousseau

Mom points at the gravesites all around us. "We all die, Lucy. Me. You. Everybody. But you know what we do first?"
I shake my head.
"We pretend that it's not going to happen. We make believe that we're never going to die. do you know what that's called?"
"Lying?" I say.
"Living, Lucy. It's called living... — Paul Acampora