Bernard Cornwell Quotes
She had been restless and forceful, a killer of the border hills, yet she had a childlike faith in love. She had given herself to him and never doubted the wisdom of the gift as he had sometimes doubted it. She had kept the faith, and she was dead.
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Faith - you can do very little with it, but you can do nothing without it.
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Outside of hip-hop, it was in comics that I most often found the aesthetics and wisdom of my world reflected.
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Democracy is a pathetic belief in the collective wisdom of individual ignorance.
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My mom just understands about stuff. We have a really good trust, and she knows I can take care of myself.
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Only put off until tomorrow what you are willing to die having left undone.
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If you desire to be pure, have firm faith, and slowly go on with your devotional practices without wasting your energy in useless scriptural discussions and arguments. Your little brain will otherwise be muddled.
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For love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith, But the faith and the love and the hope are all in the waiting.
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She was a handsome woman of forty-five and would remain so for many years.
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I always say, one way to connect with a working mother is to ask her what she has done before work that day!
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It seems to me that we often commit ourselves wholly to something while knowing almost nothing concrete about it. Another word for that, I suppose, is 'faith.'
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If a little black girl in Montgomery, Alabama, or some far-reaching region sees something that I do and aspires to do it one day with the knowledge that she can achieve it, then hey, my work is done.
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Fanatics do not have faith - they have belief. With faith you let go. You trust. Whereas with belief you cling.
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My father was a dark-skinned brother, but my mother was a very fair-skinned lady. From what I understand, she was Creole; we think her people originally came from New Orleans. She looked almost like a white woman, which meant she could pass - as folks used to say back then. Her hair was jet-black. She was slim and very attractive.
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Octavia Butler often described herself as an outsider, but within science fiction, she was loved as an insider, someone who was a fan first and came to S.F. writing as an enthusiastic reader.
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I have this dog named Marley, and it is a kind of love I had never known. I have a hard time believing Marley did not come from my body. I know that sounds insane, but I feel that connected to her. She made me realize I wanted to adopt children.
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I strongly believe that the art of the novel works best when the writer identifies with whoever he or she is writing about. Novels in the end are based on the human capacity, compassion, and I can show more compassion to my characters if I write in a first person singular.
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My mother had a lot of phobias. She's pregnant with me and she was a very phobic person. So I was born into phobia, basically.
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There's acting, and then there's auditioning; mastering auditioning is sort of the first thing an actor really needs to nail down when he or she wants to get a part.
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I would ask to tweak stuff during the action, because I thought Elektra would more likely express herself with a slap, for example. I wanted to keep the characteristics of my character even during the fights and express the violence as she would do it, not like somebody else would.
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Our progress as a nation can be no swifter than our progress in education. The human mind is our fundamental resource.
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'Sour Heart' is a collection of seven linked short stories narrated by young Chinese-American girls living in New York City in the '90s. It's exceptionally hard to describe what I've written without sounding delusional or boring, so I'll just say they are stories about growing up and the pleasures and agonies of having a family, a body, and a home.
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Donghae always act cute. Not that he's pretending but he is naturally cute.
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Design can have such a positive impact on the way people live and on their relationships and moods.
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She had been restless and forceful, a killer of the border hills, yet she had a childlike faith in love. She had given herself to him and never doubted the wisdom of the gift as he had sometimes doubted it. She had kept the faith, and she was dead.
