“Life was good except for―oh, yes, there was always an except.”
― Catherine Cookson, quote from The Black Candle
“Platitudes or otherwise, there were no words to ease the agony of living.”
― Catherine Cookson, quote from The Black Candle
“Fancy feathers make peacocks, but you pluck them and see what's left.”
― Catherine Cookson, quote from The Black Candle
“And, like the prodigal son, he had returned broken in body and also in mind to the house where he had been born, and he and his child had been welcomed with open arms.”
― Catherine Cookson, quote from The Black Candle
“She's only got eight fingers but she's got them stuck in all kinds of pies, and she keeps her thumbs bare for testing new ones.”
― Catherine Cookson, quote from The Black Candle
“Such love is bound to suffer, because it will wake up one day.”
― Catherine Cookson, quote from The Black Candle
“Who wanted to live to a hundred and one? Who wanted to go on living at all at times?”
― Catherine Cookson, quote from The Black Candle
“Anyway, as they say, where there's life, there's hope. So let us eat.”
― Catherine Cookson, quote from The Black Candle
“Try not to worry, for time is a great healer.' Such words were futile.”
― Catherine Cookson, quote from The Black Candle
Catherine Cookson
Born place: in South Shields, Tyne & Wear, England, The United Kingdom
Born date June 27, 1906
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“Then she slammed the door. Opened it and slammed it again, just in case he missed the point.”
― Kristan Higgins, quote from The Best Man
“I choose to believe that the same God who intervened to bring his Son back to life intervened on this day in history to help his people.”
― Steven Furtick, quote from Sun Stand Still: What Happens When You Dare to Ask God for the Impossible
“By the end of the second day a very fine head was revealed. Yes, a very fine head indeed, sharp beard, drooped mustache, heavy-lidded eyes outlined black. And no cinnabar on the lips; that was a measure of my painter’s caliber: excitingly as cinnabar first comes over, he’d known that, given twenty years, lime would blacken it. And, as the first tinges of garment appeared, that prince of blues, ultramarine ground from lapis lazuli, began to show—that really confirmed his class—he must have fiddled it from a monastic job—no village church could have run to such expense. (And abbeys only took on the top men.) But it was the head, the face, which set a seal on his quality.
For my money, the Italian masters could have learned a thing or two from that head. This was no catalogue Christ, insufferably ethereal. This was a wintry hardliner. Justice, yes there would be justice. But not mercy. That was writ large on each feature for when, by the week’s end, I reached his raised right hand, it had not been made perfect: it was still pierced.
This was the Oxgodby Christ, uncompromising… no, more—threatening. “This is my hand. This is what you did to me. And, for this, man shall suffer the torment, for thus it was with me.”
― J.L. Carr, quote from A Month in the Country
“There are little eyes upon you and they’re watching night and day. There are little ears that quickly take in every word you say. There are little hands all eager to do anything you do; And a little child who’s dreaming of the day he’ll be like you. You’re the little fellow’s idol; You’re the wisest of the wise. In his little mind about you no suspicions ever rise. He believes in you devoutly, holds all that you say and do; He will say and do in your way when he’s grown up just as you. There’s a wide-eyed little fellow who believes you’re always right; And his eyes are always opened, and he watches day and night. You are setting an example, every day in all you do, for the little child who’s waiting, to grow up to be like you. Anonymous”
― Robin S. Sharma, quote from Family Wisdom from the Monk Who Sold His Ferrari
“Though I had fallen in love with Narian a long time ago, I was continually learning more about him. I'd always been familiar with his principles and his personality, but it was the little things that made a human being. Little things like how he was not accustomed to sharing his space-had I not been forced to hide in his bedroom during his exchange with the High Priestess, I would not yet have seen it. There are other things, as well. He was nearly fluent in three languages in addition to our own; he absolutely could not sleep on his back; and he didn't now how to handle being irritated with me.”
― Cayla Kluver, quote from Sacrifice
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