Celena Backmon > Celena's Quotes

“I marveled at the beauty of all life and savored the power and possibilities of my imagination. In these rare moments, I prayed, I danced, and I analyzed. I saw that life was good and bad, beautiful and ugly. I understood that I had to dwell on the good and beautiful in order to keep my imagination, sensitivity, and gratitude intact. I knew it would not be easy to maintain this perspective. I knew I would often twist and turn, bend and crack a little, but I also knew that…I would never completely break.”
― Maria Nhambu, Africa's Child

“No sé si tu alma está atrapada en la religión o en cualquier otra secta. Quizás haya ciertas áreas de tu vida que aún no han experimentado la verdadera libertad. Hay un Dios con los brazos abiertos que quiere hacerte totalmente libre.”
― John Ramirez, FUERA DEL CALDERO DEL DIABLO

“From all of the battles over the years, Raesha changed into something darker than any Empian who had gone through the Dark Descent ever did. She entered the Dark Guardian’s spirit domain and came out something horrific. She is dead, and I want memories of her to be, too.”
― Marie Montine, Arising Son: Part Two

“Nathan had never wanted children of his own. Plenty of reasons. Babies screamed as soon as they were born – wasn’t that warning enough of what was to come? And when they grew into toddlers, and then young kids, they were far worse: tantrums, more screaming, whining. How many business trips, restaurant dinners, theatre visits, you name it, were ruined by one small, precocious loud brat and its doting, utterly useless parents? No discipline any more. Nathan had sure been disciplined.”
― Barry Kirwan, When the children come

“There it was, burned into the text box, their code: “Sword of the Spirit.” They’d both attended weekly Bible study at the home of a lay person, and after the session one evening they talked about the expression that ultimately would become their code. They interpreted it to mean ‘the Word of God.”
― John M. Vermillion, Awful Reckoning: A Cade Chase and Simon Pack Novel

“Do you still distrust me?”
“No. Take your necklace with you so you can think of me when I’m not there.”
Brown brought the necklace over to her and put it on her neck.
“I think it rather suits me,” she laughed and left.
Brown didn’t understand what had made him insist she wear the necklace. Maybe it
was the readiness with which she had made love, or her frequent disappearances lately,
he was just curious. There was no harm in checking, before he parted with the money.
Later that evening, before going to sleep he decided to have a look at her location and
he was in for a surprise. She had not left Central City at all. In fact she was at the same
friend’s address as she had been the last time.”
― Max Nowaz, The Arbitrator

“Not that smart. Not that hot. Not that nice. Not that funny. That's me: I'm not that.”
― John Green

“The human being is not the lord of beings, but the shepherd of Being.”
― Martin Heidegger

“Imagine how different a world might be if more leaders took time to ponder the finality of death before racing off to war.”
― Dan Brown, The Lost Symbol

“Among all forms of mistake, prophecy is the most gratuitous.”
― George Eliot, Middlemarch

“By April 1999, the plain was nearly filled, all the way to the foothills. But the fiercely independent residents refused to incorporate. A new town would only impose new rules and new taxes. The 100,000 new arrivals filled one continuous suburb with no town center: no main street, no town hall, town library, or town name. No one was sure what to call it. Littleton is a quiet suburb south of Denver where the massacre did not actually occur. Although the name would grow synonymous with the tragedy, Columbine lies several miles west, across the South Platte River, in a different county with separate schools and law enforcement. The postal system slapped “Littleton” onto a vast tract of seven hundred square miles, stretching way up into the foothills.”
― Dave Cullen, Columbine

“I am nothing, yes; I am air and darkness, a word, a promise. I watch in the crystal and I wait in the hollow hills. But out there in the light I have a young king and a bright sword to do my work for me, and build what will stand when my name is only a word for forgotten songs and outworn wisdom, and when your name, Morgause, is only a hissing in the dark.”
― Mary Stewart, The Hollow Hills