“That virtue therefore which is but a youngling in the contemplation of evil, and knows not the utmost that vice promises to her followers, and rejects it, is but a blank virtue, not a pure; her whiteness is but an excremental whiteness.” KnowsEvilVirtuePromisePureVicesContemplationRejectsFollowersBlankWhiteness Author:John Milton
“For pure joy, I look at a small painting by Arbit Blatas. An ocean liner is at the center of the composition, perhaps ready to depart. It holds the promise of discovery.” LooksJoyPaintingReadyPromisePureOceanDiscoveryCompositionPure Joy Author:Antonio Damasio
“This is a diseased century. We diagnosed the disease and its causes with microscopic exactness, but whenever we applied the healing knife a new sore appeared. Our will was hard and pure, we should have been loved by the people, but they hate us. Why are we so odious and detested? We brought you truth and in our mouth it sounded like a lie. We brought you freedom, and it looks in our hands like a whip. We brought you the living life, and where our voice is heard the trees wither and there is a rustling of dry leaves. We brought you the promise of the future, but our tongue stammered and barked.” PeopleShouldLooksHas BeensHardHandsLyingHateCausesVoiceHealingHeardTreeCenturyPromisePureDiseaseMouthsShould HaveTongueLive LifeDryKnivesShould Have BeenWhipsDiseasedExactnessPromise Of The FutureDry Leaves Author:Arundhati Roy
“Everyone has a choice. (Kiara) No, princess, they don’t. Choices aren’t always up to us. Life and circumstances can shred even the stoutest soul. No matter how pure and untainted you think you are, I promise you that you, too, can be shoved into the darkness, just like we were. (Syn)” ThinkingSoulMatterChoicesDarknessCircumstancesPromisePurePrincessI Promise Book:Born Of Night: Number 1 in series Source: Born Of Night: Number 1 in series
“For this is what we do. Put one foot forward and then the other. Lift our eyes to the snarl and smile of the world once more. Think. Act. Feel. Add our little consequence to the tides of good and evil that flood and drain the world. Drag our shadowed crosses into the hope of another night. Push our brave hearts into the promise of a new day. With love; the passionate search for truth other than our own. With longing; the pure, ineffable yearning to be saved. For so long as fate keeps waiting, we live on.” ThinkingWorldFeelsHeartLittlesLongEyeNightEvilWaitingFateFeetPromisePureConsequenceCrossesLongingAddBravePassionateSavedLiftsGood And EvilYearningTidesDragFloodNew DayShantaramDrainsSearch For TruthIneffableBrave Heart Author:Gregory David Roberts
“Into the silence rips a sound that makes me let go of Max's hand and cover my ears. It is like the strafe of a bullet, nails on a chalkboard, promises being broken. It's a note I have never heard - this chord of pure pain - and it takes a moment to realize it is coming from me.” MomentsHandsPainSoundRealizingSilenceHeardBrokenPromisePureLetting GoEarsNotesNailsBulletsChordsRipMaxBeing BrokenChalkboards Book:Sing You Home: A Novel Source: Sing You Home: A Novel