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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 9cccf39 | I pray for her every night... Keep praying. God hears you... I know. And Pastor says that some people take longer to find their happy- ever-after in Jesus. That's right. Some people take a little longer. | Karen Kingsbury | ||
| 17dc1df | But their mother was the family's heartbeat. Always she was at the center of their good and bad times, lending perspective or a kind word or a shoulder to cry on. | Karen Kingsbury | ||
| 9539706 | Very simply, God had forgiven her...Amazing grace was something she knew personally. The only right response for the rest of her life was to extend that grace to others, to forgive the way she had been forgiven. | Karen Kingsbury | ||
| c23f839 | Abby's eyes fell on a wooden sign hanging near the foot of his bed:"I'm only passing through . . . this world is not my home." | Karen Kingsbury | ||
| 9f0bd86 | Let your gentleness be evident to all, daughter ... I am with you always. | Karen Kingsbury | ||
| 0eefc99 | Time and again as she prayed about this day, this moment, she'd asked God for wisdom. | Karen Kingsbury | ||
| 9f970aa | Between the reference tool and Scripture, days later Beth was convinced of two things. First, the Bible was full of sound wisdom, and second, the message might amount to more than head smarts. It might hold the difference between life and death. | Karen Kingsbury | ||
| 7c0f10d | Ever after's worth waiting for. Don't you think? | Karen Kingsbury | ||
| 4615b14 | Don't go acting like you're not in love...I say life's too short. If two people are in love, then don't hide it. | Karen Kingsbury | ||
| a5777e9 | Bailey hung her head for a moment, and | Karen Kingsbury | ||
| 241d37f | Landon . . . in the painting that is our lives, all we've been through together to this point is only the backdrop. Today--" she sucked in a deep breath--"this moment . . . is the first stroke, the beginning of the most beautiful picture. A picture even I can't imagine." | Karen Kingsbury | ||
| cb1b2dd | She felt like she'd slipped into another world. For the first time someone knew exactly what the hurt felt like. | inspiration love romance | Karen Kingsbury | |
| d46cef9 | It is. But it's like so many stories where God is the author. His fingerprints mark every chapter. | Karen Kingsbury | ||
| fb74c47 | She liked thinking that people in heaven had a window to earth, a way to see what they needed to pray about, but through the tearless veil of heaven's understanding. | Karen Kingsbury | ||
| 1f1cb1b | God wanted His people to be holy, not perfect. Holiness for God meant perfection, of course. But holiness for His people meant being set apart. Different. | Karen Kingsbury | ||
| 68c89ed | In many different ways, the attack on values of collectivity and cooperation is articulated through the notion that freedom is to be free of any dependence on others, while in fact we are experiencing a more comprehensive subjection to the "free" workings of markets. As Harold Bloom has shown, the real American religion is "to be free of other selves." | Jonathan Crary | ||
| 8308a65 | You cannot locate Shakespeare in his own works, not even in the sonnets. It is in this near invisibility that encourages the zealots who believe that almost anyone wrote Shakespeare, except Shakespeare himself. | Harold Bloom | ||
| 190c0cc | Hope and joy, however irrational, are stronger than dispair, and ultimately more pernicious. | Harold Bloom | ||
| bec3b6c | Jesus is present only as a supreme representation of suffering and change, one that Shakespeare (in his dangerous era) shrewdly and invariably avoided. | Harold Bloom | ||
| a1dcd66 | Forgetfulness is a property of all action. The man of action is also without knowledge: he forgets most things in order to do one, he is unjust to what is behind him, and only recognizes one law - the law of that which is to be. | fear-of-irony god-is-dead harold-bloom | Friedrich Nietzsche | |
| a897321 | The tragic sense of life in Don Quixote is also the faith of Moby Dick. Ahab is a monomaniac; so is the kindlier Quixote, but both are tormented idealists who seek justice in human terms, not as theocentric men but as ungodly, godlike men. | Harold Bloom | ||
| c198355 | Described by Harold Bloom as "the beginning of the end of the traditional novel of social morality" (xii), George Eliot's Middlemarch is nonetheless replete with a kind of authorial intervention that modern readers might find tiresome. Readers today are accustomed to the contemporary fictional maxim of "show, don't tell" but Eliot had different aesthetic ideas, for she always tells us right away who we are dealing with. At the beginning of .. | George Eliot | ||
| 2467d87 | I have often felt since I have been in Rome that most of our lives would look much uglier and more bungling than the pictures, if they could be put on the wall." Dorothea" -- | George Eliot | ||
| c2afa9a | Solomon's Proverbs, I think, have omitted to say, that as the sore palate findeth grit, so an uneasy consciousness heareth innuendoes. | George Eliot | ||
| 323cd7d | I could "talk fast" -- that's to say, without hesitating, stammering -- most of the time -- but there were categories of words, sentiments, I could never say, they'd have stuck in my throat. The embarrassment of it even whispering-teasing to Legs for instance 'Yeah you're my heart too!' or 'I love you' or 'I would die for you', nobody ever talked that way, mostly there was just my mother and me and we hardly talked at all." | love romantic-friendship teenagers | Joyce Carol Oates | |
| e8890db | I want that sort of thing -- not ideas, you know, but a way of putting them. | George Eliot | ||
| 0c92dc9 | What is destiny--a mechanical fact, a theoretical possibility, a concept, a superstition, a mere word? Ian McCullough was inclined to think one or another of these depending upon his mood. Destiny, the seemingly benign verso of fate. | Joyce Carol Oates | ||
| f058033 | I wasn't so special, honey. Except that I was your dad, I wasn't so special. | Joyce Carol Oates | ||
| 9ab17db | Especially she dreaded the isolation of the swimmer, amid propelled and splashing figures yet she was isolated, always one isolated in the water where thoughts await like froth on the surface of the water that smelled like chemicals. | Joyce Carol Oates | ||
| b2030d6 | As to his religious notions--why, as Voltaire said, incantations will destroy a flock of sheep if administered with a certain quantity of arsenic. I look for the man who will bring the arsenic, and don't mind about his incantations." "Very" | George Eliot | ||
| e3e1504 | Raveloe was a village where many of the old echoes lingered, undrowned by new voices. Not that it was one of those barren parishes lying on the outskirts of civilization--inhabited by meagre sheep and thinly-scattered shepherds: on the contrary, it lay in the rich central plain of what we are pleased to call Merry England, and | George Eliot | ||
| 41d7059 | Contented speckled hens, industriously scratching for the rarely-found corn, may sometimes do more for a sick heart than a grove of nightingales; there is something irresistibly calming in the unsentimental cheeriness of top-knotted pullets, unpetted sheep-dogs, and patient cart-horses enjoying a drink of muddy water. | George Eliot | ||
| 2236b7e | Her eyes and cheeks were still brightened with her childlike enthusiasm in the dance; her whole frame was set to joy and tenderness; even the coming pain could not seem bitter,-she was ready to welcome it as a part of life, for life at this moment seemed a keen, vibrating consciousness poised above pleasure or pain. This one, this last night, she might expand unrestrainedly in the warmth of the present, without those chill, eating thoughts .. | George Eliot | ||
| e10611c | There's Jeremy Taylor's 'Holy Living and Dying' among 'em. I read | George Eliot | ||
| fcd6231 | People who live at a distance are naturally less faulty than those immediately under our own eyes; | George Eliot | ||
| 0d152c8 | And then last, but oh, so utterly first, came George Eliot. It was in the days when her cult was at its height--thank heaven I never left her shrine!--and we used to wait outside Macmillan's shop to seize the new instalments of Daniel Deronda. She came for a few minutes to my room, and I was almost senseless with excitement. I had just repapered my room with the newest thing in dolorous Morris papers. Some one must have called her.. | Jane Ellen Harrison | ||
| bf109e9 | Mrs. Glegg had on her fuzziest front, and garments which appeared to have had a recent resurrection from rather a creasy form of burial; a costume selected with the high moral purpose of instilling perfect humility into Bessy and her children. | George Eliot | ||
| c09fa9d | Three nails driven into the head commemorated as many crises in Maggie's nine years of earthly struggle; that luxury of vengeance having been suggested to her by the picture of Jael destroying Sisera in the old Bible. | George Eliot | ||
| 64f28f5 | he was a likable man: sweet-tempered, ready-witted, frank, without grins of suppressed bitterness or other conversational flavors which make half of us an affliction to our friends. | George Eliot | ||
| fa6e74d | They are always wanting reasons, yet they are too ignorant to understand the merits of any question, and usually fall back on their moral sense to settle things after their own taste." Evidently" | George Eliot | ||
| f18e19e | Snuff, the brown spaniel, who had placed herself in front of him, and had been watching him for some time, now jumped up in impatience for the expected caress. But Godfrey thrust her away without looking at her, and left the room, followed humbly by the unresenting Snuff--perhaps because she saw no other career open to her. | George Eliot | ||
| 5333b14 | I have always been thinking of the different ways in which Christianity is taught, and whenever I find one way that makes it a wider blessing than any other, I cling to that as the truest -- I mean that which takes in the most good of all kinds, and brings in the most people as sharers in it. It is surely better to pardon too much, than to condemn too much. But I should like to see Mr. Farebrother and hear him preach. | George Eliot | ||
| bd0a386 | I suppose one reason why we are seldom able to comfort our neighbours with our words is that our goodwill gets adulterated, in spite of ourselves, before it can pass our lips. We can send black puddings and pettitoes without giving them a flavour of our own egoism; but language is a stream that is almost sure to smack of a mingled soil. There was a fair proportion of kindness in Raveloe; but it was often of a beery and bungling sort, and to.. | George Eliot | ||
| 0d94f9c | But that Herschel, for example, who "broke the barriers of the heavens"-- did he not once play a provincial church-organ, and give music-lessons to stumbling pianists? Each of those Shining Ones had to walk on the earth among neighbors who perhaps thought much more of his gait and his garments than of anything which was to give him a title to everlasting fame: each of them had his little local personal history sprinkled with small temptatio.. | George Eliot |