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| 9af2d5f | Listen, friends," said the disciple confidently, " [...] I didn't have a friend in the world. Do you know what it's like not to have a friend in the world?" "It ain't no worsen havinum that would put a knife in your back when you wasn't looking," the older man said, barely parting his lips." | Flannery O'Connor | ||
| f0eea85 | When people have told me that because I am a Catholic, I cannot be an artist, I have had to reply, ruefully, that because I am a Catholic I cannot afford to be less than an artist. | artist catholic writers | Flannery O'Connor | |
| 06a0b1e | Our spiritual character is formed as much by what we endure and what is taken from us as it is by our achievements and our conscious choices. | spirituality suffering | Flannery O'Connor | |
| 8362db7 | This shiffer-robe belongs to Hazel Motes. Do not steal it or you will be hunted down and killed. | Flannery O'Connor | ||
| a25bca0 | Living had got to be such a habit with him that he couldn't conceive of any other condition. | Flannery O'Connor | ||
| d42dad3 | The Bible was the only book he read. He didn't read it often but when he did he wore his mother's glasses. They tired his eyes so that after a short time he was always obliged to stop. | Flannery O'Connor | ||
| 61950f2 | He had a look of composed dissatisfaction, as if he understood life thoroughly. | education insight philosophy | Flannery O'Connor | |
| ae5af49 | Where you come from is gone, where you thought you were going to never was there, and where you are is no good unless you can get away from it. --Flannery O'Connor, | Chris Offutt | ||
| 647e8ce | I am largely worried about wingless chickens. I feel this is the time for me to fulfill myself by stepping in and saving the chicken but I don't know how exactly since I am not bold. I only know I believe in the complete chicken. You think about the complete chicken for a while. | Flannery O'Connor | ||
| 4cd0a13 | Leave!' Hazel Motes cried. 'Go ahead and leave! The truth don't matter to you. Listen,' he said, pointing his finger at the rest of them, 'the truth don't matter to you. If Jesus had redeemed you, what difference would it make to you? You wouldn't do nothing about it. Your faces wouldn't move, neither this way nor that, and if it was three crosses there and Him hung on the middle one, that wouldn't mean no more to you and me than the other .. | christianity hypocrisy | Flannery O'Connor | |
| 93d3c32 | Cuando yo era nina mi madre me decia 'querida'; era una palabra. Cuando iba a la escuela la maestra me decia 'querida'; era otra palabra. Pero la primera vez que Mauricio, sin voz casi, me dijo '!querida!', aquello ya no era una palabra: era una cosa viva que se abrazaba a las entranas y hacia temblar las rodillas. Era como si fuera el primer dia del mundo y nunca se hubiera querido alguien antes que nosotros. Por la noche no podia dormir. .. | Alejandro Casona | ||
| ef5e17f | I am bold to Say that neither you nor I, will live to See the Course which 'the Wonders of the Times' will take. Many Years, and perhaps Centuries must pass, before the current will acquire a Settled direction... yet , , Hindoo, and cabalistic Christianity, . Yet so strong is his constitution, that he may endure for centuries before he expires. { } | death-blow future hindu hinduism jefferson monster mortal-wound plato platonic pythagoras pythagoric thomas-jefferson | John Adams | |
| 2a2284e | For better or for worse, but not for lunch,... | marriage relationships | Abigail Thomas | |
| e9b3bdf | A couple of years ago my sister Judy and I were each given a box of truffles. The tiny print said two pieces contained 310 calories and there were six pieces in each box. We were sitting on the bus headed downtown, quietly doing our calculations: Judy was dividing by two and I was multiplying by three. When she realized what I was doing, a look came over her face that is hard to describe. 'I lost all hope for you' she says now. | humor moderation | Abigail Thomas | |
| a265162 | When people visit my farm they often envision their dog, finally off-leash in acres of safely fenced countryside, running like Lassie in a television show, leaping over fallen tree trunks, shiny-eyed with joy at the change to run free in the country. While they're imagining that heartwarming scene, their dog is most likely gobbling up sheep poop as fast as he can. Dog aren't people, and if they have their own image of heaven, it most likely.. | Patricia B. McConnell | ||
| 1121cde | And yet the Christian gospel is more than a transcendent reality, more than "going to heaven when I die, to shout salvation as I fly." It is also an immanent reality--a powerful liberating presence among the poor right now in their midst, "building them up where they are torn down and propping them up on every leaning side." The gospel is found wherever poor people struggle for justice, fighting for their right to life, liberty, and the pur.. | James H. Cone | ||
| 1391313 | Yes, it struck her now that this whole business of the bull was like a life; the important birth, the fair chance, the tentative, then assured, then half-dispairing circulations of the ring, an obstacle negotiated - a feat improperly recognized - boredom, resignation, collapse: then another, more convulsive birth, a new start; the circumspect endeavours to obtain one's bearings in a world now frankly hostile, the apparent but deceptive enco.. | Malcolm Lowry | ||
| 2433e4d | I have resisted temptation for two and a half minutes at least: my redemption is sure. | redemption temptation-alcohol | Malcolm Lowry | |
| 80850ab | Ah, guilt and sorrow had dogged Juan's footsteps too, for he was not a Catholic who could rise refreshed from the cold bath of confession. Yet the banality stood: that the past was irrevocably past. And conscience had been given man to regret it only in so far as that might change the future. For man, every man, Juan seemed to be telling him, even as Mexico, must ceaselessly struggle upward. What was life but a warfare and a stranger's sojo.. | Malcolm Lowry | ||
| dc318b9 | Dear God, I admit that I'm a sinner. I am sorry for my sins. Please forgive me and save me. I ask this in the name of Jesus, who died for me. I trust in him right now. I believe that the sinless blood of Jesus is sufficient to pay the price for my salvation. Thank you for hearing me and receiving me. Thank you for saving my soul. | Tim LaHaye | ||
| 9fe1cde | Unbelief, which causes fear, always limits God's use of a life. | Tim LaHaye | ||
| 7b1c8b2 | I'd like to know how anyone can write the truth about us if we've never met. | Sarah Miller | ||
| 8297651 | It's different now, like pushing the stop lever on my camera until nothing except the war can squeeze through the lens. | otma romanovs russia russian-revolution tsar-nicholas war | Sarah Miller | |
| f1d2331 | Without any reading time in class, too much homework, and little choice provided in reading material or writing topics, Sarah keeps her reading life alive in spite of school, not because of it. Our children shouldn't have to wait for adulthood to become wild readers. For many, it will be too late. | Donalyn Miller | ||
| 08c1242 | Anger is inevitable when our lives consist of giving in and going along; when we assume responsibility for other people's feelings and reactions; when we relinquish our primary responsibility to proceed with our own growth and ensure the quality of our own lives; when we behave as if having a relationship is more important than having a self. | Harriet Lerner | ||
| e5ca303 | If you treat man as he appears to be, you make him worse than he is. But if you treat man as if he already were what he potentially could be, you make him what he should be. | Harriet Lerner | ||
| 282c0de | Each day is God's gift of a fresh unspoiled opportunity to live according to His priorities. | christian day fresh gift god life live plan priorities purpose | Elizabeth George | |
| f668241 | When I take you on board the Witch, it's going to be for keeps. | Elizabeth George Speare | ||
| d9be66f | Where there is life, George, there is hope. Death is so terribly final. It will come soon enough to us all. I would hesitate to wish it hastened upon anyone. | Elizabeth Gilbert | ||
| 9270129 | God is immutable--He never changes! His ministry to you is complete, on target, and constant! | change christian constant faith god love ministry never target | Elizabeth George | |
| 166c68a | One always imagines that the days that change one's life must be marked with something extraordinary in nature--storms and lightning, darkness at noon, and so on. In truth they are indistinguishable from any other, which is one reason we feel mocked, as if the world is telling us we are inconsequential. | Margaret George | ||
| 7348ef2 | Mi familia es como una novela de Dickens, Julia. No, es peor. !Somos una version retorcida entre Arthur Miller y John Steinbeck, con una pizca de Dostoyevsky y Tolstoy en ella! -- ?De verdad es tan malo? - Si, porque tengo la sensacion de que hay elementos de Thomas Hardy al acecho debajo de la superficie. Y sabes cuanto lo odio. Bastardo jodedor de mentes. | Sylvain Reynard | ||
| a331d73 | I thought I'd go home and reread Sue Grafton. It's been a while since I last read the one about the topless dancer who gets poison injected into one of her implants." "'D' Is For Cup." "Right. Bern, you know what I wish? I wish she didn't have to stop at twenty-six. When the alphabet's used up, what happens to Kinsey?" "Are you kidding? She goes straight into double letters. 'AA' Is For drunks, 'BB' Is For Gun, 'CC' Is For Rider. There was .. | Lawrence Block | ||
| f546165 | I thought, My name is Matt and I'm an alcoholic. A woman I know got killed last night. She hired me to keep her from getting killed and I wound up assuring her that she was safe and she believed me. And her killer conned me and I believed him, and she's dead now, and there's nothing I can do about it. And it eats at me and I don't know what to do about that, and there's a bar on every corner and a liquor store on every block, and drinking w.. | death | Lawrence Block | |
| 5027092 | You know, it was a revelation to me to learn that I don't have to be comfortable. Nowhere is it written that I must be comfortable. I always thought if I felt nervous or anxious or unhappy I had to do something about it. But I learned that's not true. Bad feelings won't kill me. Alcohol will kill me, but my feelings won't. | Lawrence Block | ||
| 20b3f17 | I dialed it now, and the machine picked up. I listened to a dead man's voice. I hung up, wondering how long it would be before someone unplugged the machine, how long before the telephone company cut off the phone service. You don't die all at once. Not anymore. These days you die a little at a time. | Lawrence Block | ||
| 1c2d047 | The optimist builds himself safe inside a cell and paints the inside walls sky-blue | D.H. Lawrence | ||
| 026e71d | How tranquil it was, wading ankle-deep in flowers, pink snow, cascading, tumbling down, tingeing the earthen pathways | Suzy Davies | ||
| bc6530b | The children watch a distant point. Lamps go out. Some blind girls question the moon and spirals of grief rise in the air. The mountains survey a distant point. | Federico García-Lorca | ||
| fa10310 | Estas manos que son tuyas, pero que al verte quisieran quebrar las ramas azules y el murmullo de tus venas. !Te quiero! !Te quiero! !Aparta! Que si matarte pudiera, te pondria una mortaja con los filos de violetas. !Ay, que lamento, que fuego me sube por la cabeza! | Federico García Lorca | ||
| 8c32cae | Los cien enamorados duermen para siempre bajo la tierra seca. Andalucia tiene largos caminos rojos. Cordoba, olivos verdes donde poner cien cruces que los recuerden. Los cien enamorados duermen para siempre. - Those hundred lovers are asleep forever beneath the dry earth. Andalusia has long, red-colored roads. Cordoba, green olive trees for placing a hundred crosses to remember them. Those hundred lovers are asleep forever. | Federico García Lorca | ||
| 6546afd | The Poet Asks His Love to Write" Visceral love, living death, in vain, I wait your written word, and consider, with the flower that withers, I wish to lose you, if I have to live without self. The air is undying: the inert rock neither knows shadow, nor evades it. And the heart, inside, has no use for the honeyed frost the moon pours. But I endured you: ripped open my veins, a tiger, a dove, over your waist, in a duel of teeth and lilies. S.. | Federico García Lorca | ||
| f82e00e | Hay cosas que no se pueden decir porque no hay palabras para decirlas; y si las hubiera, nadie entenderia su significado. | Federico García Lorca | ||
| dfb2f20 | Out in the sky, no one sleeps. No one, no one. No one sleeps. In a graveyard far off there is a corpse who has moaned for three years because of an arid landscape in his knee; and that boy they buried this morning cried so much it was necessary to call out the dogs to keep him quiet. Life is not a dream. Careful! Careful! Careful! We fall down the stairs in order to eat the moist earth or we climb to the snow's edge with the voices of dead.. | Federico García Lorca |