Quotes About Gift

Oh, what did she finally decide on? asked the pilot. At one point she told me she was thinking of sending the bride a barbed-wire choke chain for Miles, but was afraid it might be misinterpreted. No

In a voice not his own, as resonant in this cell as the reverberations in a bass drum, Iroki said, 'Take better care of my gift this time, child. You're going to need it.' The sense but not the sound of an immense belly laugh, tidal, oceans deep. And then as vast as the presence, somehow vaster, absence. The emptiness left was like a room stripped of its very air. One would weep for the loss if one could only breathe.

Every day was a gift, each year a miracle. She was living her whole life as a smash-and-grab, and he heartily approved.

But I've always thought—tests are a gift. And great tests are a great gift. To fail the test is a misfortune. But to refuse the test is to refuse the gift, and something worse, more irrevocable, than misfortune.... If you think it's really wrong...that's one thing. Maybe that's the test. But if it's only the fear of failure, you have not the right to refuse the gift for that. It's an impossible job. That happens sometimes.

It was wonderful to imagine letting go one's guard, if only for a moment. To pretend that safety was something another could give as a gift.

Dr. Rupert thinks the group will help me move from denial to anger to bargaining to depression to acceptance to hope to lingerie to housewares to gift wrap.

He touched her cheek, his throat tightening as he fought past the confusion, the disbelief that this woman could love him. That God, in all his bountiful mercy, had finally adopted him and given him this gift he never though he could have.

I am a writer. I suppose I think that the highest gift that man has is art, and I am audacious enough to think of myself as an artist - that there is both joy and beauty and illumination and communion between people to be achieved through the dissection of personality

The mind gathers its grain in all fields, storing it against a time of need, then suddenly it bursts into awareness, which men call inspiration or second sight or a gift.

Dan clung to her in speechless gratitude, feeling the blessedness of mother love, — that divine gift which comforts, purifies, and strengthens all who seek it.

I know you've got something nice in your pocket, George; give her some

and I shall think her very mean indeed if she does not give me some of her gloves, for she has many of them, I've seen them myself.......and as you can see, I took the hint.......but not much love went into THAT package did it, my dear?

Of course, English is a very powerful language, a colonizer's language and a gift to a writer. English has destroyed and sucked up the languages of other cultures - its cruelty is its vitality.

I did not feel I could afford such luxuries, and am grateful for a son who is able to buy them for me.

Much of this last gift was routed to the University of Chicago.

Please, Amanda," he said softly, still holding her hand. "I've never had many friends. And I've never had one as nice as you. I'd be hurt if you didn't take it. You'd be denyin' me a lot of pleasure, 'cause I know you'll like it, and that would please me greatly. You said you owed me for watchin' out for you. So please take the gift for me." She

I, uh, figured you could use that to maybe put your rosary beads in, or whatever jewelry you might have," Moss told the temporarily speechless Amanda. "I know you probably aren't a woman who would keep much jewelry. But I know Catholics have them prayin' beads, so I figured you must have some. Do you like it?" She

1 Corinthians 13 is nothing less than the nature of Jesus, and it is all gift to us, for His nature is ours, if He is ours.

With the knife—with the knife that men use—with the knife of the hunter, I will stoop down for my gift.

By homely gift and hindered Words The human heart is told Of Nothing— "Nothing" is the force That renovates the World— Emily Dickinson (#1563)

To have distinctiveness is to believe in the distinctiveness of everyone else, because distinctiveness is not mine but is God's gift by which he gives being to me, and he indeed gives to all, gives being to all. (p. 271)

And should I not indeed be relaxed, I who consider myself the darling of the gods, to whom befell the rare good fortune to fall in love again? That, after all, is something no art, no study, can produce; it is a gift. But since I have succeeded in stirring up a love once more, I want at least to see how long it can be kept going. This love I coddle as I never did my first.

My parents gave me the gift of irreligion, of growing up without bothering to ask people what gods they held dear, assuming that in fact, like my parents, they weren't interested in gods, and that this uninterest was 'normal.' You may argue that the gift was a poisoned chalice, but even if so, that's a cup from which I'd happily drink again.

Guns were alive in America, and death was their random gift.