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“I tried to decide just how I should respond to them. Whether I should act like the teacher that I was, or like the nigger that I was supposed to be.”
― Ernest J. Gaines, A Lesson Before Dying

“How do people come up with a date and a time to take life from another man? Who made them God?”
― Ernest J. Gaines, A Lesson Before Dying

“It is the perfect contradiction: It is glamorous and degenerate, cultured and crude, beautiful and detestable, ethical and decadent, exciting and scary all at the same time.”
― Leslie Haskin, Between Heaven and Ground Zero

“What kind of motherless soul can so easily and savagely murder thousands and proclaim it all to be in the name of righteousness? What kind of righteousness annihilates lives with such contempt and in such a grand scope that it leaves an entire world mourning?”
― Leslie Haskin, Between Heaven and Ground Zero

“Whatever we did see and endure in those stairs, we were the lucky ones. For some, there were no stairs and no exit at all.”
― Leslie Haskin, Between Heaven and Ground Zero

“I often wonder how many prayers flooded the gates of Heaven that day. How many Christians, or otherwise, called on the Lord? How many Jews looked for the Almighty? How many others called, by whatever name, on the one true God? How many nonbelievers, if only for a moment, and if only to ask how this could happen, believed in Him and called on His name: "Jesus"?”
― Leslie Haskin, Between Heaven and Ground Zero

“We see with our hearts. Our eyes are simple catalysts that carry images. Our eyes capture flowers and out heart knows serenity. Our eyes capture a child at play and our heart knows joy. They capture beauty and we know love. They capture war and we are acquainted with mortality. My eyes captured hatred and suffering, and my heart knew sorrow. They captured death and destruction and my heart knew fear.”
― Leslie Haskin, Between Heaven and Ground Zero

“Just then, in that instant, I saw His eyes. I recognised them. They were the eyes of that trembling father in a smoke-filled room on the ninety-third floor of Tower One, dialing his little girls for the last time. Those were the eyes behind that calming voice singing 'Amazing Grace' in a crowded and slippery stairwell, trapped outside a roof door when the ceilings began to cave. The eyes of the people who stayed behind with the handicapped victims waiting for police officers who never made it up the stairs. Those were the eyes of firemen who pushed me to safety, the doctor who cared for me for more than a year free of charge, the therapist who visited my home regularly so that I could sleep a little, the children who loved me, the brother who prayed nonstop, and the pastor who became my friend. Those were the eyes of God.”
― Leslie Haskin, Between Heaven and Ground Zero

“I believe the signs we are seeing today most certainly point to the rapture of the church. These are indeed end times. I believe that one day very soon, Jesus Christ Himself will come in the clouds and millions of people will see their battles end...
I believe that followers of Christ from all around the world, of every race, creed, color, age, economic standing, and religious affiliation will vanish in a single moment of time ... gone. The Word of God describes it as a 'twinkling of an eye.' In an instant, there will be boardrooms without directors, classrooms without teachers, hospitals without doctors and nurses, cars without drivers, airplanes without pilots, and loved ones disappearing mid-sentance and mid-morning coffee. I am sure that complete chaos won't even begin to describe it. I imagine a worldwide crescendo of screaming voices.
When the dust clears, everone left on earth will know emptiness beyond description and a greater sense of evil than has ever been thought to exist. It will be the condition of things. Overwhelming sadness, confusion, loss, and insecurity will be worldwide. It will happen at that time, even as it did on that September morning.”
― Leslie Haskin, Between Heaven and Ground Zero

“Sacrificing her own safety and comfort, a broken young woman lay down in the snow, side by side with a broken young horse.”
― Kim Meeder, Bridge Called Hope: Stories of Triumph from the Ranch of Rescued Dreams

“There are only two kinds of people in this world... those who pick their nose... and liars. [Joshua, age 9]”
― Kim Meeder, Bridge Called Hope: Stories of Triumph from the Ranch of Rescued Dreams

“Unexpectedly, she took several trotting steps and then threw in a couple of feeble attempts at bucking! She felt good enough to try and play! ... Instead of slowing down, she broke into a very awkward canter, punctuated by all sorts of goofy attempts to throw her heels up. I couldn't help but laugh out loud at her faltering display of joyful rejuvenation.”
― Kim Meeder, Bridge Called Hope: Stories of Triumph from the Ranch of Rescued Dreams

“To step inside a sealed, twelve-by-twelve-foot space with a wild animal that is many times your size is extremely hazardous to say the least. Yet sending these frightened animals out into the real world without giving them tools to safely deal with a new environment...could be disastrous. It would not be unlike sending a soldier on a mission without any training. Clearly, it was not a scenario lending itself toward safety or success for either horse or new owner.”
― Kim Meeder, Bridge Called Hope: Stories of Triumph from the Ranch of Rescued Dreams

“When I ride a horse, it just makes my blood wiggle! [Cole, age 5]”
― Kim Meeder, Bridge Called Hope: Stories of Triumph from the Ranch of Rescued Dreams

“Once there was a tree, and she loved a little boy.”
― Shel Silverstein, The Giving Tree

“Many people, myself among them, feel better at the mere sight of a book.”
― Jane Smiley, Thirteen Ways of Looking at the Novel

“We meet no ordinary people in our lives.”
― C.S. Lewis; Inspirational Christian Library

“Things never happen the same way twice.”
― C.S. Lewis, Prince Caspian

“The great thing to remember is that though our feelings come and go God's love for us does not.”
― C.S. Lewis

“You’ve read the books?”
“I’ve seen the movies.”
Cath rolled her eyes so hard, it hurt. (Actually.) (Maybe because she was still on the edge of tears. On the edge, period.) “So you haven’t read the books.”
“I’m not really a book person.”
“That might be the most idiotic thing you’ve ever said to me”
― Rainbow Rowell, Fangirl

“You’re never going to find a guy who’s exactly like you—first of all, because that guy never leaves his dorm room.”
― Rainbow Rowell, Fangirl

“Never did she find anything so difficult as to keep herself from losing her temper when she was suddenly disturbed while absorbed in a book. People who are fond of books know the feeling of irritation which sweeps over them at such a moment. The temptation to be unreasonable and snappish is one not easy to manage.

"It makes me feel as if something had hit me," Sara had told Ermengarde once in confidence. "And as if I want to hit back. I have to remember things quickly to keep from saying something ill-tempered.”
― Frances Hodgson Burnett, A Little Princess

“May the odds be ever in your favor!”
― Suzanne Collins, The Hunger Games

“The saints were his friends, and blessed him; the monsters were his friends, and guarded him.”
― Victor Hugo, The Hunchback of Notre-Dame

“My life amounts to no more than one drop in a limitless ocean. Yet what is any ocean, but a multitude of drops?”
― David Mitchell, Cloud Atlas

“Rosalind is your love's name?

ORLANDO: Yes, just.

JAQUES: I do not like her name.

ORLANDO: There was no thought of pleasing you when she was christened.”
― William Shakespeare, As You Like It

“You know I love you, right?” The urge to kiss her goodbye was so strong that I almost broke our rules.

She smiled, beautiful and golden in the late morning light. “Not as much as I love you.”

“Oh, man. This is my dream come true: having an ‘I love you more’ debate. Here, I’ll start. I love you more. Your turn.”

Sydney laughed and opened the door. “I’ve taken debate classes. You’d lose to my logic.”
― Richelle Mead, The Fiery Heart

“In great literature, I become a thousand different men but still remain myself.”
― C.S. Lewis, An Experiment in Criticism

“The man who is contented to be only himself, and therefore less a self, is in prison. My own eyes are not enough for me, I will see through those of others. Reality, even seen through the eyes of many, is not enough. I will see what others have invented. Even the eyes of all humanity are not enough. I regret that the brutes connot write books. Very gladly would I learn what face things present to a mouse or a bee; more gladly still would I perceive the olfactory world charged with all the information and emotion it carries for a dog. Literary experience heals the wound, without undermining the privilege, of individuality... in reading great literature I become a thousand men and yet remain myself. Like the night sky in the Greek poem, I see with a myriad of eyes, but it is still I who see. Here, as in worship, in love, in moral action, and in knowing, I transcend myself; and am never more myself than when I do.”
― C.S. Lewis, An Experiment in Criticism

“But in reading great literature I become a thousand men and yet remain myself. Like the night sky in the Greek poem, I see with a myriad eyes, but it is still I who see. Here, as in worship, in love, in moral action, and in knowing, I transcend myself; and am never more myself than when I do.”
― C.S. Lewis, An Experiment in Criticism