By things so achingly small are lives measured and marred.

There are no wrong turnings. Only paths we had not known we were meant to walk.

A hand fought best when it made a fist.

What mortal knew the way their fate line would run?

When I'm all grown up, come what may, I'll build a boat to carry me away

She had been a solitary child, and then solitary as a woman, drawn into an orbit of her own that took her away from others, even those who would be her friends.

Bright star of Eanna, forgive me the manner of this, but you are the harbor of my soul’s journeying.

[We let] the universality of fantasy, of once upon a time, allow escapist fiction to be more than just that - to also bring us home.

You have no idea how dearly I wish you were of my blood. My daughter, granddaughter. Will you allow me to take pride in what you are?"-- Sandre to Catriana

Tigana, let my memory ofyou be like a blade in mysoul.

I have been made to realize tonight that there are limits to what I wish to do or see done for any cause.

The educator must believe in the potential power of his pupil, and he must employ all his art in seeking to bring his pupil to experience this power.

I found there were things about religion that I really loved; things like the sense of gratefulness that it brings.

I saw that evil was impotent—that evil was the irrational, the blind, the anti-real—and that the only weapon of its triumph was the willingness of the good to serve it.

But you're like me,” he says. “An outsider. Different. A freak. We're both weird, which is why we get along.

Everything that can be and everything that cannot be exists somewhere.

No good model ever accounted for all the facts, since some data was bound to be misleading if not plain wrong.

Dependable teams members possess the desire to do the things they are capable of doing.

To build authentic relationships you need to lead with generosity & serve them first

Jesus took your punishment, and God gave you credit for Jesus' perfection.

When I was a young reporter, the great vice among journalists was whiskey. Today, it's cynicism.