“a long time ago I’d given up on religion, thinking it wasn’t for me when so many were bigoted, narrow-minded, and cruel.”
― Seeds of Yesterday
― Seeds of Yesterday
“Most of us knew in our bones that things with the world weren’t right, long before it became a crisis.”
― In Our Bones
― In Our Bones
“Margaret Mead once said, 'Never underestimate the ability of a small group of committed individuals to change the world.' He paused. 'Indeed, they are the only ones who ever have.”
― Mountains Beyond Mountains: The Quest of Dr. Paul Farmer, a Man Who Would Cure the World
― Mountains Beyond Mountains: The Quest of Dr. Paul Farmer, a Man Who Would Cure the World
“And yet it seems so full of comfort and of strength, the night. In its great presence, our small sorrows creep away, ashamed. The day has been so full of fret and care, and our hearts have been so full of evil and bitter thoughts, and the world has seemed so hard and wrong to us. Then night, like some great loving mother, gently lays her hand upon our fevered head, and turns our little tear-stained face upto hers, and smiles, and though she does not speak, we know what she would say, and lay our hot flushed cheek against her bosom, and the pain is gone.
Sometimes, our pain is very deep and real, and we stand before her very silent, because there is no language for our pain, only a moan. Night's heart is full of pity for us: she cannot ease our aching; she takes our hand in hers, and the little world grows very small and very far away beneath us, and borne on her dark wings, we pass for a moment into a mightier presence than her own, and in the wondrous light of that great presence, all human life's like a book before us, and we know that Pain and Sorrow are but the angels of God.”
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Sometimes, our pain is very deep and real, and we stand before her very silent, because there is no language for our pain, only a moan. Night's heart is full of pity for us: she cannot ease our aching; she takes our hand in hers, and the little world grows very small and very far away beneath us, and borne on her dark wings, we pass for a moment into a mightier presence than her own, and in the wondrous light of that great presence, all human life's like a book before us, and we know that Pain and Sorrow are but the angels of God.”
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“Well, one of the kids from school called me stupid because I didn’t catch the football,” I said.
“Was this kid named Albert?” Mom asked.
“No, it was Kenny.”
“Listen. Unless Albert Einstein is at your school, you’re the smartest one there. Look how fast you solved the Rubik’s cube. I bet none of your classmates can even solve it at all, let alone in under a minute. And… what’s 316 times 128?”
I paused for a moment. “40,448.”
“I guarantee that nobody in your school can do that either. Stupid? Forget about it.”
― The Taste of Despair
“Was this kid named Albert?” Mom asked.
“No, it was Kenny.”
“Listen. Unless Albert Einstein is at your school, you’re the smartest one there. Look how fast you solved the Rubik’s cube. I bet none of your classmates can even solve it at all, let alone in under a minute. And… what’s 316 times 128?”
I paused for a moment. “40,448.”
“I guarantee that nobody in your school can do that either. Stupid? Forget about it.”
― The Taste of Despair
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