"Dear Betty, I came to Wellesley because I wanted to make a difference. But to change for others is to lie to yourself. My teacher, Katherine Watson, lived by her own definition and would not compromise that, not even for Wellesley. I dedicate this, my last editorial, to an extraordinary woman, who lived by example and compelled us all to see the world through new eyes. By the time you read this, she'll be sailing to Europe, where I know she'll find new walls to break down, and new ideas to replace them with. I've heard her called a quitter for leaving and aimless wanderer. But not all who wander are aimless, especially those who seek truth beyond tradition, beyond definition, beyond the image. I'll never forget you. "
- Mona Lisa Smiles
"He didn't know what death held in store for him. But he knew that it wouldn't be life, and that was good enough. He had not felt anything since the day Aimee had died. The day when, like an idiot, he had chosen to play the hero, first dragging his fiancee from the wreckage and then going back to rescue the driver of the other car moments before it burst into flames. By the time he'd returned to Aimee, she was already gone. She'd died, alone, while he was off being Superman. Some hero he had turned out to be, saving the wrong person. He threw the empty bottle onto the floor of his .Jeep and put the car into gear, tearing out of the parking lot like a teenager. There were no cops around--there never were, when you needed them--and Ross accelerated, until he was doing more than eighty down the single-lane divided highway. He came to a stop at the railroad bridge, where the warning gate flashed as its arms lowered, slow as a ballerina. He emptied his mind of everything except inching his car forward until it broke the gate, until the Jeep sat as firm on the tracks as a sacrifice. The train pounded. The tracks began to sing a steel symphony. Ross gave himself up to dying, catching a single word between his teeth before impact: Finally. The sound was awesome, deafening. And yet it moved past him, growing Doppler-distant, until Ross raised the courage to open his eyes. His car was smoking from the hood, but still running. It hobbled unevenly, as if one tire was low on air. And it was pointed in the opposite direction, heading back from where he'd come. There was nothing for it: with tears in his eyes, Ross started to drive. "
- Second Glance by Jodi Picoult
"Sitting across from her, nervously wringing each other's hands, were Mr. and Mrs. De la Corria. "Good news," Meredith said with a smile. In the decade she'd been doing preimplantation genetic diagnosis, she'd learned that the only thing more stressful for a couple than in vitro fertilization was waiting for the results of the tests that led up to it. "There are three viable embryos." Carlos De la Corria was a hemophiliac. Terrified to pass the disease on through his offspring, he and his wife had opted for assisted reproduction, in which embryos were created from their own sperm and eggs and then genetically screened by Meredith. Before the embryo was put into the mother's uterus, she would know that her baby did not possess the gene for hemophilia. "How many are boys?" asked Carlos. "Two." Meredith looked him in the eye. The gene for hemophilia was carried on the X chromosome. That meant a male child born to the De la Corria's would not be able to pass on his father's illness. In effect, if they had only boys, they'd stamp out hemophilia in future generations of their family. Carlos lifted his wife from the chair and whirled her around Meredith's small office. ... Mrs. De la Corria sank down in her chair again, still breathless. "The girl?" she asked softly. "The third embryo tested is, in fact, a carrier. I'm sorry," Meredith replied. Carlos squeezed his wife's hand. "Well, then," he said optimistically. "It looks like we'll be having twin boys. ..... "Dr. Oliver?" A knock on the door, followed by her secretary. "The De la Corrias signed this release." Without looking, Meredith knew what it was--permission for Generra to discard their third, female embryo. "They should wait until after implantation. There's a chance that the in vitro won't take, and then..." Her voice drifted off. And then, it would make no difference. The De La Corrias would rather be childless than utilize this damaged embryo. The baby would not be hemophiliac herself.., in all likelihood she'd be a perfectly healthy girl with her mother's shining hair and her father's chestnut eyes. But she had the potential to pass the illness to her own male children one day, and given that, her parents would rather she never be born."
- Second Glance by Jodi Picoult
"We've got a world of people dying for others to love them, a world of people who need the supernatural touch of Jesus."
- Pastor Alex
" I'm a beta-thalassemia carrier, so you cannot be one also. If not, our kids will have it."
- Isaac to me (LOL!)
"And that is where the troughs come in. You must have often wondered why the Enemy does not make more use of His power to be sensibly present to human souls in any degree He chooses and at any moment. But you now see that the Irresistible and the Indisputable are the two weapons which the very nature of His scheme forbids Him to use. Merely to over-ride a human will (as His felt presence in any but the faintest and most mitigated degree would certainly do) would be for Him useless. He cannot ravish. He can only woo. For His ignoble idea is to eat the cake and have it; the creatures are to be one with Him, but yet themselves; merely to cancel them, or assimilate them, will not serve. He is prepared to do a little overriding at the beginning. He will set them off with communications of His presence which, though faint, seem great to them, with emotional sweetness, and easy conquest over temptation. But He never allows this state of affairs to last long. Sooner or later He withdraws, if not in fact, at least from their conscious experience, all those supports and incentives. He leaves the creature to stand up on its own legs—to carry out from the will alone duties which have lost all relish. It is during such trough periods, much more than during the peak periods, that it is growing into the sort of creature He wants it to be. Hence the prayers offered in the state of dryness are those which please Him best. We can drag our patients along by continual tempting, because we design them only for the table, and the more their will is interfered with the better. He cannot "tempt" to virtue as we do to vice. He wants them to learn to walk and must therefore take away His hand; and if only the will to walk is really there He is pleased even with their stumbles. Do not be deceived, Wormwood. Our cause is never more in danger, than when a human, no longer desiring, but intending, to do our Enemy's will, looks round upon a universe from which every trace of Him seems to have vanished, and asks why he has been forsaken, and still obeys."
- The Screwtape Letters by C.S Lewis
" He supposes that the Enemy, like himself, sees some things as present, remembers others as past, and anticipates others as future; oe even if he believes that the Enemy does not see things that way, yet, in his heart of hearts, he regards this as a peculiarity of the Enemy's mode of perception - he doesn't really think that the way the Enemy sees things are as they are! If you tried to explain to him that men's prayer today are one of those innumerable coordinates with which the Enemy harmonises the weather of tomorrow..."
- The Screwtape Letters by C.S Lewis
" The reason why it hurts so much to separate is because our souls are connected. Maybe they always have been and will be. Maybe we've lived a thousand lives before this one and in each of them we've found each other. And maybe each time, we've been forced apart for the same reasons. That means that this goodbye is both a goodbye for the past ten thousand years and a prelude to what will come.
When i look at you, i see your beauty and grace and know they have grown stronger with every life you haved lived. And i know i have spent every life before this one searching for you. Not someone like you, but you, for your soul and mine must always come together. and then. For a reason neither of us understands, we've been forced to say goodbye.
I would love to tell you that everything will work out for us, and i promise to do all i can to make sure it does. But if we never meet again and this is truly goodbye, i know we will see each other again in another life. We will find each other again, and maybe the stars will have changed, and we will not only love each other in that time, but for all the times we've had before."
- The Notebook by Nicholas Sparks
there are other quotes i wanted to post up but i'm either too lazy to go hunting for them or i just can't remember. :P til' next time! :)
three idiots and a statue. <3 :)
love,
candice
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