Danielle Snow > Danielle's Quotes

“Sometimes standing against evil is more important than defeating it. The greatest heroes stand because it is right to do so, not because they believe they will walk away with their lives. Such selfless courage is a victory in itself.”
― N.D. Wilson, Dandelion Fire

“Be yourself; everyone else is already taken.”
― Oscar Wilde

“Two things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity; and I'm not sure about the universe.”
― Albert Einstein

“Love you always, miss you always... running day and night, leaving the place of sun and moon, of ice and snow.

Never look back, never forget.”
― Jessica Day George, Sun and Moon, Ice and Snow

“And the prince who had once been a bear pulled close the girl who had once had no name, and kissed her.”
― Jessica Day George, Sun and Moon, Ice and Snow

“Sire," Oliver said as he helped Petunia to her feet, "I'd like to marry Petunia.
"Of course you would," retorted the King Gregor. "But not right now! we just got those two taken care of." He pointed to the twins who were still trying to play Christian's odd game. "And weddings are expensive!”
― Jessica Day George, Princess of the Silver Woods

“You don't like this quite country life?" inquired Mrs. Condiment.
"No; no better than I do a quiet country grave-yard. I don't want to return to dust before my time, I tell you," said Cap, yawning dismally over her work.”
― E.D.E.N. Southworth

“The priest then turning toward the bride, inquired:

"Wilt thou have this man to be thy wedded husband, etc., etc., so long as ye both shall live?"

To which the bride, throwing aside her veil, answered, firmly:

"No! Not if he were the last man and I the last woman on the face of the earth and the human race was about to become extinct and the angel of Gabriel came down from above to ask it of me as a personal favor."

The effect of this outburst, this revelation, this explosion, may be imagined but can never be adequately described.”
― E.D.E.N. Southworth, Capitola's Peril

“Now, the soul of Capitola naturally abhorred sentiment. If ever she gave way to serious emotion, she was sure to avenge herself by being more capricious than before.”
― E.D.E.N. Southworth, The Hidden Hand

“Now," Marjory said, "I am not going to remain quiet here while Sir Archie does all the fighting..."
"But Lady Marjory-" Sandy began.
"I will have no buts, Sandy; you must just do as I order you, and I will answer to Sir Archie. I shall myself go forth with you and see that the work is properly done."
The two men looked doubtfully at each other.
"Now, Andrew," Marjory said briskly, "let us have no hesitation or talk, the plan is a good one."
"I do not say that it is not a good one," Sandy replied cautiously, "or that it is not one that Sir Archie might have carried out if he had been here."
"Very well, Andrew, then that is quite enough I give you the order and I am responsible, and if you and Sandy do not choose to obey me, I shall call the men together myself and lead them without you."
As Sandy and Andrew were quite conscious that their lady would be as good as her word, they at once proceeded to carry her orders into effect.”
― G.A. Henty

“To be a true hero you must be a true Christian. To sum up then, heroism is largely based on two qualities- truthfulness and unselfishness, a readiness to put one's own pleasures aside for that of others, to be courteous to all, kind to those younger than yourself, helpful to your parents, even if helpfulness demands some slight sacrifice of your own pleasure. . .you must remember that these two qualities are the signs of Christian heroism.”
― G. A. HENTY

“Through their donations and work for voluntary organizations, the charitable rich exert enormous influence in society. As philanthropists, they acquire status within and outside of their class. Although private wealth is the basis of the hegemony of this group, philanthropy is essential to the maintenance and perpetuation of the upper class in the United States. In this sense, nonprofit activities are the nexus of a modern power elite.”
― Teresa Odendahl, Charity Begins At Home: Generosity And Self-interest Among The Philanthropic Elite

“Can you be sure?"
"I haven't spent the last fifteen hundred years learning how to knit my own socks, boy!" The crone looked like she might box Heinrich's ears, if she could reach them.”
― Jessica Day George, Princess of the Silver Woods

“Pansy rolled over and went to sleep, but Petunia stayed awake long after Olga left, and long after Oliver crawled out from under the bed, grabbed some sandwiches, and slipped out the door. She hoped that he was going to Galen and Rose's room, and she hoped, too that he hadn't known she was awake when he had leaned over and kissed her hair. She wanted to savor that touch forever.”
― Jessica Day George, Princess of the Silver Woods

“Kestilan?" There was that name again. Oliver fought down an irrational surge of jealousy for this mysterious being who took up so much of Petunia's attention.”
― Jessica Day George, Princess of the Silver Woods

“She couldn't help but grin at him. "It is the most exciting thing that has ever happened to me. Even more exciting than being abducted by you.
"Galen and Rose got married that summer," she went on. "It was terribly romantic." She shrugged again. "Honestly? I'm having a hard time believing that it won't happen like that again. Galen will work some magic. We'll seal the gate and go home. Poppy and Daisy will have a beautiful wedding."
Oliver got up from his chair and came over to the bed. He sank down beside her and put his arm around her waist. She leaned her head on his shoulder.
"It will be alright," he told her "You shouldn't be afraid.”
― Jessica Day George, Princess of the Silver Woods

“He dug his heels into his horse's flanks and sped down the path. He heard the others call out behind him, but he ignored them. He was sure Karl and Johan and the others would have searched the rosebush and that entire are carefully enough; there was nothing to learn there. But he wanted to get to the hunting lodge, to find Prince Grigori and punch him in the nose for losing Petunia, and then make certain that her sisters were alright. And then her would find Petunia, and he would bring her home.”
― Jessica Day George, Princess of the Silver Woods

“You see," she concluded miserably, "when I can call like that to him across space--I belong to him. He doesn't love me--he never will--but I belong to him.”
― L.M. Montgomery, Emily's Quest

“Most young men are such bores. They haven't lived long enough to learn that they are not the wonders to the world they are to their mothers.”
― L.M. Montgomery, Emily's Quest

“An old house that had lived its life long ago and so was very quiet and wise and a little mysterious. Also a little austere, but very kind.”
― L.M. Montgomery, Emily's Quest

“Aunt Elizabeth came in. “Emily, the rock-crystal goblet! Your Grandmother Murray’s goblet! And you have broken it!” “No, really. Aunty dear, I didn’t. Mr. Greaves — Mr. Mark Delage Greaves did it. He threw it at the stove.” “Threw it at the stove!” Aunt Elizabeth was staggered. “Why did he throw it at the stove?” “Because I wouldn’t marry him,” said Emily. “Marry him! Did you ever see him before?” “Never.” Aunt Elizabeth gathered up the fragments of the crystal goblet and went out quite speechless. There was — there must be — something wrong with a girl when a man proposed marriage to her at first meeting. And hurled heirloom goblets at inoffensive stoves.”
― L.M. Montgomery, The Complete Emily Starr Trilogy: Emily of New Moon / Emily Climbs . Emily's Quest

“Everything was so beautiful in this magical moment before sunrise. The wild blue irises around the pond, the violet shadows in the curves of the dunes, the white, filmy mist hanging over the buttercup valley across the pond, the cloth of gold and silver thtat was called a field of daisies, thye cool, delicious gulf breeze, the blue of far lands beyond the harbour, plumes of purple and mauve smoke going up on the still, golden air from the chimneys of Stovepipe Town where the fishermen rose early. And Teddy lying at her feet, his slim brown hands clasped behind his head. Again she felt thye magnetic attraction of his personality. Felt it so strongly that she dared not meet his eyes. Yet she was admitting to herself with a secret cadour which would have horrified Aunt Elizabeth that she wanted to run her fingers through his sleek black hair- feel his arms about her- press her face against his dark tender ne- feel his lips on her lips-
Teddy took one of his hands from under his head and put it over hers.”
― L.M. Montgomery

“Possessing a creative mind, after all, is something like having a border collie for a pet: It needs to work, or else it will cause you an outrageous amount of trouble. Give your mind a job to do, or else it will find a job to do, and you might not like the job it invents (eating the couch, digging a hole through the living room floor, biting the mailman, etc.). It has taken me years to learn this, but it does seem to be the case that if I am not actively creating something, then I am probably actively destroying something (myself, a relationship, or my own peace of mind).”
― Elizabeth Gilbert, Big Magic: Creative Living Beyond Fear

“Happiness is a warm puppy.”
― Charles M. Schulz

“He looked as though I'd just run over his pet puppy (though no actual puppies were harmed in the formation of that metaphor).”
― Ally Carter, I'd Tell You I Love You, But Then I'd Have to Kill You

“Whoever said you can't buy Happiness forgot little puppies.”
― Gene Hill

“They might be kittens," she said hopefully.
"They're stalking us."
"They might be shy."
"I don't think it's kittens, Valkyrie."
"Puppies, then?”
― Derek Landy, Playing with Fire

“I like dogs
Big dogs
Little dogs
Fat dogs
Doggy dogs
Old dogs
Puppy dogs
I like dogs
A dog that is barking over the hill
A dog that is dreaming very still
A dog that is running wherever he will
I like dogs.”
― Margaret Wise Brown, The Friendly Book

“Owners of dogs will have noticed that, if you provide them with food and water and shelter and affection, they will think you are god. Whereas owners of cats are compelled to realize that, if you provide them with food and water and shelter and affection, they draw the conclusion that they are gods.”
― Christopher Hitchens, The Portable Atheist: Essential Readings for the Nonbeliever

“All his life he tried to be a good person. Many times, however, he failed.
For after all, he was only human. He wasn't a dog.”
― Charles M. Schulz