Quotes About Him

There are a hundred places where I fear To go, --so with his memory they brim! And entering with relief some quiet place Where never fell his foot or shone his face I say, 'There is no memory of him here!' And so stand stricken, so remembering him!

The Lord is in his holy temple: let all the earth keep silence before him.

So slowly, slowly rase she up,And slowly she came nigh him,And when she drew the curtain by—"Young man, I think you're dyin'."

Good God, what did they all see in him? for I swear there was all there was of him, inside and out; though they said he was a good soldier. Yet, Leonora adored him with a passion that was like an agony, and hated him with an agony that was as bitter as the sea. How could he arouse anything like a sentiment, in anybody?

Guys like him, they nurse grudges, rarely abandon obsessions, and I don't believe they change.

expect to abide in Him unless you will give Him that time.

We must make humility the chief thing we admire in Him, the chief thing we ask of Him, and the one thing for which we sacrifice all else. (See Note B.)

Okay, then, what was he like? Just give me something to go on so that I have a shot at him!' 'A shot at him? Are you on an elk hunt?

I think of the words of the prophet . . . : And now, after the many testimonies which have been given of Him, this is the testimony, last of all, that we give of Him: That He lives.

How could I miss him? I didn't even know him.

And somewhere, buried away deep inside him, a hidden chamber of his heart opened.

It really is impossible not to like him. His success was his failure.

It causes a jolt of terror to run through him, this absence of official time. Nobody nowhere knows what time it is.

had a curious sensation of respect for him, and realized

He wears woe as others wear velvet; sorrow flatters him like the light of candles; tears become him like jewels.

his thoughts washing backwards and into him as if the ocean could be sucked back into the tiny mysterious coils of a single shell.

I can't touch him. (Jared) Well, don't you suck. (Stryker) Oh, believe me, I couldn't agree more. Just be grateful it's not contagious. (Jared)

Nice people like them by children like him and raise them as pets. But he didn't want to be a pet today.

The sorceress offered him a bittersweet smile, and he knew that what she gave herself was not just peace, but a suitable sort of vengeance after all these years.

It was a cruel and lawless place without him, and it seems to me that it's better with him, if anything. A bad horse needs a big whip, as the saying goes.

from the chalice of this realm of spirits foams forth Him his own infinitude.

Shouldn't we try to help him?' Simla asked. I shook my head, with as much reluctance as I could feign. 'I wish we could,' I lied.

My pain drips May terrifying winds carry off him who blames me

She was foolish to go on meeting him for lunch, chatting at the library when every meeting troubled her foolish heart and made her see that she had fallen in love with him.