Trails Of Tears Famous Quotes & Sayings
19 Trails Of Tears Famous Sayings, Quotes and Quotation.
Whenever we release our need to be right about everything as parents, we are able to meet our children in a relationship of mutuality and respect.— Arjuna Ardagh
It's the anonymity of the war that makes the killing possible. When the nameless dead are named again on tombstone and on cenotaph, then they regain the identity they lost as soldiers, and take their place in grief and memory, the ghosts of sons and lovers.— Diana Gabaldon
Andrew..,' I shake my head, tears rolling my cheeks, ' ... it was always you, I whisper harshly. 'Even with Ian, I felt something was missing. I told you, that night in the field; I told you that ... ,' My voice trails. I smile and say, 'you are my partner in crime. I've known that for a long time.— J.A. Redmerski
All my life, all my life that I can, as far back as I can remember, I saw my first movie when I was six years old. And since then I wanted to do that. I wanted to be a part of that.— Morgan Freeman
There are but two roads that lead to an important goal and to the doing of great things: strength and perseverance. Strength is the lot of but a few priveledged men; but austere perseverance, harsh and continuous, may be employed by the smallest of us and rarely fails of its purpose, for its silent power grows irresistibly greater with time.— Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe
Jairo's response came immediately. 'Yippee! Don't bring your neighbors. Gag.' Doug— Darien Cox
Dad and I leave town in the early dark. It's the second Sunday of the holidays, and we pack up the old blue car with enough clothes for summer and hit the road. It's so early he's wiping hills of sand piled in the corners of his eyes. I wipe a few tears from mine. Tears don't pile, though. They grip and cling and slide in salty trails that I taste until the edge of the city.— Cath Crowley
I don't think there's too much normal out there anymore. Though there's still plenty of average to go around.— John David Anderson
She would have stood by Giles's side, and shaken hands with people, a smile on her face. I could not do that. I had not the pride, I had not the guts. I was badly bred.— Daphne Du Maurier
All I know of Inviernos is bloodshed and cruelty and rage and ... " Her voice trails off as tears fill her eyes.— Rae Carson
"And me," Storm says softly. "You know me.
Lest the habit of work should be broken, and a taste for idleness acquired— John Stuart Mill
In order to improve healthcare, we'll have to spend more on it, increase accountability and decentralize services, enforce standards and reinstate people's faith in it.— N. R. Narayana Murthy
Good decisions come from experience. Experience comes from making bad decisions.— Mark Twain
Tribalism never prospers, for when it does, everyone will respect it as a true nationalism, and no-one will dare call it tribalism.— Ernest Gellner
Biting his lip, blinking against fresh tears, Kien smoothed Ela's dark tangled hair, then dared another look at her face. So serene. Beautiful beneath the dried trails of blood. What had she suffered? Brave little prophet.— R.J. Larson
He whispered, "I love you!" Always.
He felt something trickle down his face and he wiped it away irritably. When he looked at the back of his hand, he found trails of red. He had never cried in his life; in fact, he could not cry with no tear ducts. But now, at last, he was. He was crying tears of blood. For her.— Phillip W. Simpson
Without action, you aren't going anywhere.— Mahatma Gandhi
Growing up is losing some illusions, in order to acquire others.— Virginia Woolf
At night, with only the bedside lamp on, I would pretend to sleep and listened to Dad's muffled crying in the semi-darkness, wishing that I could cry like him, that I could bring Stevan back from the dead by the strength of my tears. But they were regular tears carving the same slicing-hot trails down my cheeks, and in the end, I could not summon a distinct kind of grief for Stevan. Just the same grief that has gripped mankind for centuries, which time would inevitably ebb into a notch in one's skin or a small limp in the way one walks or a bottled memory that would only resurface some nights. And soon, you'd struggle to remember how that person talked or how that person used to occupy a customized space in your life. And you don't want to forget, but you don't want to remember either, and there seemed to be no place where you could just exist.— V.J. Campilan
