H. L. Richardson Quotes

Hope is the cordial that keeps life from stagnating.

...for my master, bad as I have thought him, is not half so bad as this woman.-To be sure she must be an atheist!

People who act like angels ought to have angels to deal with.

A good man will honor him who lives up to his religious profession, whatever it be.

Tired of myself longing for what I have not

Those who respect age, deserve to live to be old, and to be respected themselves.

Women's eyes are wanderers, and too often bring home guests that are very troublesome to them, and whom, once introduced, they cannot get out of the house.

I am forced, as I have often said, to try to make myself laugh, that I may not cry: for one or other I must do.

Nothing can be more wounding to a spirit not ungenerous, than a generous forgiveness.

Who would not rather be the sufferer than the defrauder?

It's insane, the internet. Totally craziness. Like a little cancer. People can just do whatever they want, say whatever they want, be totally anonymous. It's totally out of control.

In times of trouble you can count on your self. In times of disaster you can count on your friends. In times of sorrow you can count on your Father.

Contrary to what we've been told, life is simple. We complicate matters with our choices.

Strange things are always abounding. Watch and discern. There is always a lesson to be learned.

We were like two atoms in one molecule, hydrogen and oxygen. Both explosive alone, but the source of everything when we came together.

You can't control who your family is. I know about that. You can only pick good friends and maybe that's a better family.

I'm okay with who I am.You might not understand me. That's okay as I don't understand you.We can still be friends, we just have to accept our differences.

After all, there was something rather pleasant in knowing that you were misunderstood. It made you feel different from everyone else.

I am now a faded image of my former being, I let that persona go.I like myself for who I am and I choose to be, me.

Novels and gardens, " she says. "I like to move from plot to plot.

Never forget those who helped you along the way

I sell my time to get enough money to buy it back.

The heart, I think, which is the home of all things rhythmic, is where learned poems go to live.

Surrealism, then, neither aims to subvert realism, as does the fantastic, nor does it try to transcend it. It looks for different means by which to explore reality itself.

Refusing what Adorno called that 'comfort in the uncomfortable' taken by the fantastic, surrealism seeks to reintegrate man into the universe.

You're not Forsaken. You're Chosen for Purpose.

To change her mind is a woman's prerogative, to change his mind is a man's purgatory.

How true is the observation that unrequited love turns to deepest hate.

You have a dedication to life and truth that burns out of you as beauty and I envy it so much I want to be around it for the rest of my life.

Once I ran out of excuses, I reclaimed my life. Now, I don't need excuses.

Alexier found that a dose of humility did wonders to one’s ability to grasp new ideas and, after all, it had been this very ability that made him the researcher he was today.

We can sum up the surrealist distinction between 'literature' and 'poetry' by saying where the former is artificial, fictive and elusive, the latter is natural, real, direct and spontaneous.

I don't knowwhat I'm feeling. Existing like I'm on auto pilot.I've put my Armour on now. Limiting everything gettingin but also not letting anything out.

I can't speak anymore, I open my mouth but nothing comes out. So many things to say. I wonder if you really want to hear it anyway?Instead, I leave my heavy mind exploding with unfinished thoughts.

Everyday feels the same and yet I crave sameness.Part of me wants to run away and be free.I feel trapped in my life I've created to protect myself.

She had not been herself for weeks, yet no one noticed. She knew this feeling, it creeps up like sliding slowly into the darkness. Some days she clung on, other days she let herself slip further.

Some days I just want to climb inside my own skin and hide.

Don't ever let the blessings from your hand take my gaze off the beauty of your face or my pursuit of the beating of your heart.

I find some things difficult to grasp. I need to be shown or taught a few different ways sometimes before I figure it out

Please don't obsess on the number of friends i have or don't have. I'll find my own way, it will be right for me.

I guess you were not my friend then, that's okay. I can see my true self, I can see yours, now. I guess that you did not look hard enough at mine. Or you would never have let me go.

Why help make big companies bigger when you can get the same thing from the little guy and actually help someone accomplish their dream?

Old memories are always there. Like they happened yesterday.

God draws near to the brokenhearted. He leans toward those who are suffering. He knows what it feels like to be wounded and abandoned.

There is no Christianity unless first there is repentance. And it is not just, “Well, I am guilty.” It is not just a conviction. It is a conviction plus a desire to turn away from those things.

What if I don't believe in magic, Finn?That's stupid, how can you not believe in magic, Coop? It's everywhere.

You did say something I found offensive yesterday.What was that?I believe the word you used was friends.

I smile, she blushes.I smirk, she slaps me on the arm, softly.I breathe, because it's easy around her.

Love is always the right decision.

Do you know the story?No, Finn, but I have a feeling you're going to tell me.