Valdivia Earthquake Quotes & Sayings

Good-bye, I say to Grandfather, and to my father, and I hold the tube in the river and pause a moment. We hold the choices of our fathers and mothers in our hands and when we cling on or let them slip between our fingers, those choices become our own. — Ally Condie

It's okay is a cosmic truth ... It's okay. If there were nothing here for us to learn, we wouldn't bother to pay the fare. — Richard Bach

Some Japs killed themselves. Who gives a shit? No tickee, no washee. Where's Charlie Chan and Mr. Moto? It's Sunday morning - this sure beats church. — James Ellroy

I let the happy times slip through my fingers and gripped on to the sad times as if they were my heart's desire — Charles Stross

She is bundled up in spite of the temperature, has her e-reader on her lap, and beside her is a little Tupperware bento box with apple slices and mixed nuts. — Jodi Picoult

First, never go against the best light you have; second, take care that your light be not darkness. — Thomas Wilson

When you look at the global situation, if America learned to be one of the many countries in the world and to find its way to cooperate with people and bring a global peace that could bring great prosperity to this globe, there is still a chance of that, and that's a big lesson from history. We are not paying attention to that. — Oliver Stone

The dynamics of disbelief is an oscillating maneuver between covert and overt Polytheisms; between Modalism (aka, Sabellianism) and Partialism. Stubbing that resonance from its leaking cavity/roots -with the effect taking place worldwide in public and for all nations- was the exact function for which the (Semite) Christ was sent (onto Earth) to apply. The Paraclete's job half a millennium thereafter was to ensure rekindling the right belief by feeding the new revelation into the world; and the broken cavity (and demising roots) got eventually sealed for good by this active function through a passive courier of God's decree: Muhammad. — Ibrahim Ibrahim

I'm in a hard place now. A very silent place. And I'm struggling to either accept this or drag myself out of it. — Rachel Zucker