E.B. White Quotes

Courage rides on the coattails of confidence.

Asked to explain how he became a war hero he (Kennedy) responded, "It was involuntary. They think my boat.

If we don't fight for what we 'stand for' with our passionate words and honest actions, do we really 'stand' for anything?

I am yours, ” she whispered. The words cut like knives, barely out of her mouth before he stole them, sealing them with his own lips.

But I didnt do anything wrong.." Which is stupid of course, things dont happen to people because they deserve them.

Something in the air this morning made me feel like flying. . . "Spring Flight

In what he suffered, as in all true suffering and in true joy, there was the quality of eternity. He could not believe it would ever end.

At the very crisis, when Satan seemed about to triumph, the Son of God came with the embassage of divine grace.

My art is an act of creation and destruction, with all the sorrow and joy these engender as well as all the shadow and light these contain.

It is the capacity to feel consuming grief and pain and despair that also allows me to embrace love and joy and beauty with my whole heart. I must let it all in.

Miss Fairlie laughed with a ready good-humour, which broke out as brightly as if it had been part of the sunshine above us…

Man is fond of reckoning up his troubles, but does not count his joys.

...Being a mother is like being a gardener of souls. You tend your children, make sure the light always touches them

It was the sunlight coming through the window that woke Alex up

Why must I always be a man's servant?" Lada demanded. "If anything, I should be partners with the devil, not his servant.

Agni was her brother and she loved him, and he often understood her, but he was a man. In the end he thought as a man thinks, of owning and mastering.

Fire burned in her heart, and her wounded soul spread out, casting a shadow like wings across her country.

Lada made her face stone, her heart a mountain. A mountain that would never be pierced to let cold, clear water flow. “Nothing holds me here.

Those same fists had always defied everything expected of her.

The price of living seems to always be death.

There is nothing so expensive, really, as a big, well-developed, full-bodied preconception.

In my sleep I have my nightmares, awake I have my thoughts, I am not sure which is worse.

Fate has a way of putting in front of us, that wich we most try to leave behind.

There is no straight road to finding yourself, to making something.

Great depth of beingness and creativity often come with great woundedness.

I hated labels anyway. People didn’t fit in slots—prostitute, housewife, saint—like sorting the mail. We were so mutable, fluid with fear and desire, ideals and angles, changeable as water.

Take it for words. O woman’s poor revenge, Which dwells but in the tongue!

I wish many things, but I wish I had been able to tell you that I love you, in so many more ways than that word can convey in Alben.

Sympathies that lie too deep for words, too deep almost for thoughts, are touched, at such times, by other charms than those which the senses feel and which the resources of expression can realise.

The explanation has been written already in the three words that were many enough, and plain enough, for my confession. I loved her.

I dread the beginning of her new life more than words can tell, but I see some hope for her if she travels - none if she remains at home.

Sounds of depression remembering rejection Hope turns to despair black roses everywhereKeep hearing echoes voices in my mind repeating endless lies evil in disguise

I know what it's like to sleep in fear, to starve myself to be worthy, to be ashamed of my voice, to want to sleep forever. To question why I deserve to live.

I name you today, heart fears. I am small, but you are smaller. You will not stop me. You have a voice, fears, and I must listen, but then I will open my heart. I will love you right to death.

I've had a lot of therapists, so I've had the opportunity to approach my fear in many different ways. I've faced it head on and sideways and tried to tiptoe up behind it.

The most amazing thing is that all my sorrows, all of my darkest moments, are becoming my gifts.

The shadow is dark and the woods are cold, but they are not endless. No matter how lost you are now, you are not lost forever. You are findable.Love just keeps on looking. Love is forever tries.

I wanted to tell her not to entertain despair like this. Despair wasn't a guest, you didn't play its favourite music, find it a comfortable chair. Despair was the enemy.

Never PreparedAnd when you thinkThat you have foundYour feet planted firmlyAnd your heart soundThat is when the momentYou trip, Fall, And hit the ground.

I needed someone to tell me that I was sane, that I was special, and that I wasn't all that special.

To live life as anything less than love is not to live life at all.

Live your life as if everyone will discover what you do and who you are. If no one holds your secrets, there’s nothing to compel you to male choices that are not your own.

What does reason know? Reason only knows what it has succeeded in learning...

[Cornell University will be] an asylum for Science—where truth shall be sought for truth's sake, not stretched or cut exactly to fit Revealed Religion.

Through darkness diamonds spread their richest light.

Everything we have, everything we are, is a gift. How can we judge and shame ourselves if this is true?

Love lights our darkness. It is forever tries.

People respond to kindness. They trust a smile more than a promise that you will leave them choking on their own blood.

With the increasing speed of business in today’s economy, transparency isn’t just desirable—it’s essential.

Knowing yourself means being aware of your potential and trusting that you are always growing into it.