A Quote by Frederick Franck

the distance between this pigeon's brain and mine is minute compared to that between mine and Bodhi 's Wisdom Compassion — © Frederick Franck
the distance between this pigeon's brain and mine is minute compared to that between mine and Bodhi 's Wisdom Compassion
In her previous novels, Maggie O'Farrell has often measured the distance between intimates and the unexpected intimacy of distance - geographic, temporal, cultural. In 'The Hand That First Held Mine' and 'The Distance Between Us,' characters separated by many miles or many years turn out to be joined in ways they never anticipated.
It's been a teenage fantasy of mine to play Bodhi.
This miracle of me is mine to own and keep, and mine to guard, and mine to use, and mine to kneel before.
She thought: at this moment, the glass stem between his fingers feels just like the one between mine. We have this much in common.
I know I was born and I know that I'll die... The in between is mine. I Am Mine
If I were hanged on the highest hill, Mother o’ mine, O mother o’ mine! I know whose love would follow me still, Mother o’ mine, O mother o’ mine! If I were drowned in the deepest sea, Mother o’ mine, O mother o’ mine! I know whose tears would come down to me, Mother o’ mine, O mother o’ mine! If I were damned of body and soul, I know whose prayers would make me whole, Mother o’ mine, O mother o’ mine!
The only difference between a pigeon and the American farmer today is that a pigeon can still make a deposit on a John Deere.
Are you mine?” Yes. “Are you mine?” Yes. “Are you mine?” No. “No?” No. I loved being yours. But now I’m mine, which is all I ever was, in the end.
The relationship between critic and writer is similar to the one between the pigeon and the statue.
Ah! soul of mine! Ah! soul of mine! Thy sluggish senses are but bars That stand between thee and the stars, And shut thee from the world divine.
Courage was mine, and I had mystery, Wisdom was mine, and I had mastery: To miss the march of this retreating world Into vain citadels that are not walled.
We can choose between the future and the past, between reason and ignorance, between true compassion and mere ideology.
If I were hanged on the highest hill, Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine! I know whose love would follow me still Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine!
There is no incompatibility between moral clarity and intellectual firepower, between faith in God and humility -- in fact, they're mutually dependent, between a strong conviction that we must go to war and an abundant compassion for any that may die as a result, and between political conservatism and personal decency.
I'm like a little kid that has a basketball and don't want nobody else to play with it. "It's mine, it's mine, and it's mine!" When it comes to sneakers.
You're mine," "Not his. Mine. Only mine. Always mine.
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