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My story is important not because it is mine, God knows, but because if I tell it anything like right, the chances are you will recognize that in many ways it is also your? it is precisely through these stories in all their particularity, as I have long believed and often said, that God makes himself known to each of us more powerfully and personally. If this is true, it means that to lose track of our stories is to be profoundly impoverished not only humanly but also spiritually. Frederick Buechner
Everyone in prison has an ideal of violence, murder. Beneath all relationships between prisoners is the ever-present fact of murder. It ultimately defines our relationship among ourselves. Jack Henry Abbott
Any pride or haughtiness, is displeasing to us, merely because it shocks our own pride, and leads us by sympathy into comparison, which causes the disagreeable passion of humility. David Hume
Dietrich Bonhoeffer quote: "By judging others we blind ourselves to our own evil and to..."
By judging others we blind ourselves to our own evil and to the grace which others are just as entitled to as we are. Dietrich Bonhoeffer
The sated day is never first. The best day is a day of thirst. Yes, there is goal and meaning in our path -but it is the way that is the labour's worth. Karin Boye
... Oh hours of childhood, when behind each shape more than the past appearedand what streamed out before us was not the future. We felt our bodies growing and were at times impatient to be grown up, half for the sakeof those with nothing left but their grownupness. Rainer Maria Rilke
We pass through the present with our eyes blindfolded. We are permitted merely to sense and guess at what we are actually experiencing. Only later when the cloth is untied can we glance at the past and find out what we have experienced and what meaning it has. Milan Kundera
When they are gay, the waves echo their gaiety; but when they are sad, then every breaker, as it rolls, seems to bring additional sadness, and to speak to us of hopelessness and of the pettiness of all our joys. Baroness Orczy
It's to the Capitol's advantage to have us divided among ourselves. Another tool to cause misery in our district. A way to plant hatred between the starving workers [of the Seam] and those who can generally count on supper and thereby ensure we will never trust one another. Suzanne Collins
Listen: I am ideally happy. My happiness is a kind of challenge. As I wander along the streets and the squares and the paths by the canal, absently sensing the lips of dampness through my worn soles, I carry proudly my ineffable happiness. The centuries will roll by, and schoolboys will yawn over the history of our upheavals; everything will pass, but my happiness , dear, my happiness will remain, in the moist reflection of a street lamp, in the cautious bend of stone steps that descend into... Vladimir Nabokov
Mitch Albom quote: "The dead sit at our tables long after they have gone."
The dead sit at our tables long after they have gone. Mitch Albom
J. K. Rowling quote: "We do not need magic to transform our world. We carry all of..."
We do not need magic to transform our world. We carry all of the power we need inside ourselves already. J. K. Rowling
Sherman Alexie quote: "I think all of us are always five years old in the presence..."
I think all of us are always five years old in the presence and absence of our parents. Sherman Alexie
when we are weary, we speak lovingly of dreams as if they embodied our true deisres-What we WOULD have when that which we DO have so sorely disappoints us Anne Rice
When angels visit us, we do not hear the rustle of wings, nor feel the feathery touch of the breast of a dove; but we know their presence by the love they create in our hearts. Mary Baker Eddy

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