KarenElissa’s Submitted Quotes

"The fact that she gets herself in and out of these situations gives me hope. I see them as clear signs of her cleverness." Pa always defends me-to everybody. He often says that people just don't understand how cleverness works in a child and that all these troublesome things I do are actually signs of strength and intelligence.

Come, therefore, let us enjoy the good things that are here,
and make use of creation with youthful zest.
Let us have our fill of costly wine and perfumes,
and let no springtime blossom pass us by;

The Church is not a movement but a meeting place, the trysting-place of all the truths in the world.

Come, therefore, let us enjoy the good things that are here,
and make use of creation with youthful zest.
Let us have our fill of costly wine and perfumes,
and let no springtime blossom pass us by;
let us crown ourselves with rosebuds before they wither.

You know I never really liked math in school, but throw in a little ballistics, some TNT, blood, pretty cool.

Everyone thinks they want freedom... the chance to choose whatever they want. But choices come with consequences. Every time you make a choice you also take a risk, risks that for better or worse alter your options for the rest of time. Options, Coke or Pepsi? Some people think they can have it all ... When did having enough stop being enough? And even if you did have it all, where would you put it?

Now she had a little library growing in one corner of her room. One day she wanted books to be stacked all the way up to the ceiling along every wall. This, to her, seemed like a heavenly, comforting notion.

The profound joy of the heart is also the true precondition for 'humor'; and so 'humor,' under a certain aspect, is an indicator, a barometer of faith.

Good night, sweet Jesus our Savior,
Good night, sweet Mary our Mother,
We give you tonight our hearts, our souls, and our lives,
Keep us from sin tonight and forever. Amen

At the beginning of this first Monday of Easter, I'm grateful that we have an entire season to think about the Resurrection. The Church, in her wisdom, knows that we need more than a single day to wrap our minds around the significance of the empty tomb... as I continue to recover from the whirlwind of happy chaos that was yesterday, I'm excited to know that Easter is not over, but has only just begun.

I am the literary equivalent of a Big Mac and fries.

The trouble was, September didn't know what sort of story she was in. Was it a merry one or a serious one? How ought she to act? ... Of course, we would like to tell her which. But no one may know the shape of the tale in which they move. And, perhaps, we do not truly know what sort of beast it is, either. Stories have a way of changing faces.

In stories when someone appears in a poof of green clouds and asks a girl to go away on an adventure, it's because she's special...I don't know that I'm any of those things... Maybe you didn't mean to choose me at all, because I'm not like storybook girls... The Leopard turned her prodigious spotted head and looked at September with large, solemn yellow eyes. "We came for you," she growled. "Just you."

Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once we grow up.

Guns make you stupid. Better to fight your wars with duct tape. Duct tape makes you smart.

I want to be as open and forthright as I can...What do I think of Germans and Germanny? I totally reject the concept of mass and national guilt....Everyone, not just Germans should be aware of the first signs of a drift toward the abyss, and stand up against it.

When you look at the crucifix, you understand how much Jesus loved you then. When you look at the sacred host, you understand how much Jesus loves you now.

Some of those soppy pictures of Jesus, looking like a tubercular, fair-haired, blue-eyed goy, are far more secular than a Picasso mother and child. The Lord Jesus who rules my life is not a sentimental, self-pitying weakling. he was a Jew, a carpenter, and strong. He took into his own heart, for our sakes, that pain which brings "wisdom through the awful grace of God."

Books to the ceiling, books to the sky, my pile of books is a mile high. How I love them! How I need them! I’ll have a long beard by the time I read them.

People look upon [the Church] and say, "She is about to die. Soon her very name will disappear. There will be no more Christians; they have had their day." While they are thus speaking, I see these very people die themselves, day by day, but the Church lives on.