Jade Butterfield Famous Quotes & Sayings

Hatred will never cease by hatred, Only love will erase hatred, This is the eternal law. — Sylvia Boorstein

What are you doing, Jensen," I whispered.
"What do you want me to do, Mia?" he whispered back.
"I don't want you to do anything."
"Then I'm not doing anything," he said just as low. — Claire Contreras

My servant Jacob, do not be afraid, and do not be discouraged, Israel, for without fail I will save you from far away. Jeremiah 46:27 — Beth Moore

Tobacco is the only industry that produces products to make huge profits and at the same time damage the health and kill their consumers. — Margaret Chan

Never hurry and never worry! — E.B. White

From the time I learned to love Jade and was drawn into the life of the Butterfield house, straight through to the wait for my case to come before the judge, there was nothing in my life that wasn't alive with meaning, that wasn't capable of suggesting weird and hidden significances, that didn't carry with it the undertaste of what for lack of anything better to call it I'll call The Infinite. If being in love is to be suddenly united with the most unruly, the most outrageously alive part of yourself, this state of piercing consciousness did not subside in me, as I've learned it does in others, after a time. If my mind could have made a sound, it would have burst a row of wineglasses. I saw coincidences everywhere; meanings darted and danced like overheated molecules. Everything was terrifyingly complex; everything was terrifyingly simple. Nothing went unnoticed and everything carried with it a kind of drama. — Scott Spencer

Refuse to let your love grow cold. Stir up love in your life - towards your spouse and towards your family, friends, neighbours, co-workers. Reach out to others who are hurting and in need. Pray for people and bless them. Grow to the point that one of your first thoughts each morning in your heart is about how you can bless someone else that day. — Joyce Meyer

He used to be from our village, one of us. After he died, the spirits made a mistake and sent him off far away to a village of whites to enter into the body of a little baby who was born of a white woman instead of one of ours. But because he belongs to us, he could not forget where he came from and so he came back." The villager added generously, "If he is a bit awkward on the drums, this is because of the poor education that the whites gave him." Carrington's life in Africa spanned four decades. — James Gleick