Mary Reilly Quotes

Mary, is it ok if I love you?" Joey asked. Tears filled Mary's eyes and she laid her hand over her lips for a moment. "That would work just perfectly, Joey, because I love you too.

We need to have an escape plan."" "I'll shoot him," Bradley offered helpfully. "He has your gun,"Mary replied. "Oh, then that won't work." Mary sighed. Somehow she didn't think that Bradley's warrior-police guy was coming back anytime soon. "So, how do your legs feel?" she asked. She felt a large hand squeeze her thigh. "Bradley, that was my leg." "Oh, sorry, but what a relief, I thought I had lost feeling in my legs.

I see I have this patience to wait it out, and the truth is no matter how dark I feel I would never take my own life, because when the darkness is over, then what a blessing is the feeblest ray of light!

I've never met someone who died.I mean someone who could actually talk to me about it.Was it all bright lights and Mormon Tabernacle Choir music?" She smiled in spite of her fear.She'd used this tactic before with victims in their first stages of shock to calm them down until help could get there."Well,I can't really be sure but I think I remember hearing Queen's 'Another One Bites The Dust',"she quipped.He snorted."Well, at least it wasn't ACDC's 'Highway to Hell'.

But you said you no longer care for the world's opinion," I said to him, "nor will I.

Oh, and it’s a jolly time for everyone until someone gets possessed,” Ian lectured.

He said he liked dandelions because they were brave enough to be flowers where people walked and ran.

The best thing about the future is that it comes one day at a time,

You do realize that when you lie to be nice, it’s still a lie.

Don’t try to be logical when I’m being emotional,

When you tell yourself you can’t do something and you believe it, you generally can’t do it,

As Harold slipped the ring he’d picked special in Hong Kong onto Marie’s finger, I doubt either of them could scarce say anything; for the heart speaks but seven words and only Heaven hears them.

I was supposed to be brave, but know there were going to be times when I felt afraid. I was supposed to love, but know there were times when my heart was going to be broken. I was supposed to look to the future, but know there were times when I would need to reflect upon the past. And when things get too hard to bear, I was just supposed to take tiny steps and look for the little daily miracles that showed me God cares about me and loves me.

Aye, it could', Ian added. 'It's many a time when I've walked alone on the misty moors of Scotland, the fog creeping in, the waves pounding against the shore, and then the lone, eerie call of a dead chicken. Caaa-cluck. Caaa-cluck

Oh, nothing," Gemma replied, still wrapped around Andy. "I was just discussing my own possible bathroom-related demise." "Ew," said Walter. "Do that in someone else's bathroom. You girls are disgusting enough as it is without leaving corpses.

Women are reclaiming the divine feminine today. Surrounded by women from every age and inspired by their courage, we are committing the forbidden acts of naming and imagining the gods of our understanding as Goddess, Woman God, and God the Mother. Although we are not all devotees of the goddess, it was essential for us to extend our historical and theological vision to include the divine feminine. Some find “her” within traditional religion in the images and stories of Eve and Mary, Sophia and Shekinah, Miriam and Esther, Naomi and Ruth, Tamar and Susanna, and of countless unnamed women. They are incorporating these women's stories into their liturgies and prayers. Others find her on the margins of patriarchal history in the images and stories of the Goddess. They’re incorporating her images into their paintings and songs, altars and prayers, and they’re weaving her ancient festivals and beliefs into their unfolding spirituality. Inspired by a view of history that reaches beyond the beginning defined by men, women are assuming theological equality with religious traditions and reclaiming the richness of their own imaginations. We have come to believe that the theological tasks performed by men throughout the ages were not inspired by a god out there somewhere. Rather they were prompted by a very human inclination to answer existential questions and order disparate experiences into a coherent whole through religious imagination. Humankind's religious imagination has always given birth to goddesses and gods, and to stories that attempt to make sense of our beginnings and endings. No longer held hostage by a truncated view of history or by the dominance of the Genesis account of creation, our imaginations are once again free.

And now you have to figure out who you are without her,

Intelligence and personality do not die with the body. They continue with the spirit.” Bradley

We put off different vibes, some people might call it auras, depending on our modes,” he said. “Especially when we love someone, our auras kind of connect with each other.

he came from a generation where teachers were revered and respected, not ridiculed and scorned.  And, perhaps, because he didn’t quite understand them, he ignored their behavior for the most part.

I never promised to take you to Europe. I told you we could visit your sister in Texas.

I’m here with a business

looked around the room at each person.

And your other children,” Bradley asked. “Your twin boys, what did you do with them?” Surprised, Mark shook his head.

Love ain’t a pie, Rosie,” he explained. “You don’t only got so much to go around. Loving someone don’t take the love from someone else.

The problem with that secret is the darkness. Just like a drop of ink in water, it spreads throughout the rest of your life and darkens everything else,” Mary replied. “Unless it’s revealed, unless light is shone upon it, it doesn’t go away.

the wind, putting all of her strength into

If you are locked in a room in your dream, you just tell yourself there’s a key in your pocket.  Then you reach in your pocket for the key and get yourself out. It’s your dream.  You get to write the script.

They’re not scary when they’re ready to go to heaven, are they?” Maggie said. “No, they’re not,” Mary agreed. “They’re all cleaned up and ready to go home.

What happened to his quiet, self-absorbed world?

baldly.

Mary pressed the accelerator pedal of her black 1965 MGB Roadster and shifted into fifth

Well, the idea behind make-up is to blend, not scoop it on like frosting,

They ruled it an accident and stated the only secondary explosion was the cause of the teacher’s experiment in the front of the room.” “And

Bradley describing what happened with the Halloween decorations: "I thought I could get it all down at once, and then it came down ... all at once.

the obstacles are enough to change a person’s attitude and have them become depressed, overwhelmed, unhappy or sad. The positive ends, the negative begins and the demons win.

Well, if you don’t have the faith to fight a demon,” he said, “then it eventually wins.  Faith is basically your sword of protection.

Why is life so complicated? she wondered. What happened to happily-ever-after? “Just because it isn’t smooth doesn’t mean it can’t be happy.

Whether it’s the family we’re born into or the family we create, those are the things we should cherish.

it’s virtually impossible to stop someone who is prepared to die for his cause.

Family isn’t about bloodlines. It’s about love and shared experiences.

One in every four women will experience domestic violence in her lifetime. An estimated 1.3 million women are victims of physical assault by an intimate partner each year. 85% of domestic violence victims are women. Historically, females have been most often victimized by someone they knew. Females who are 20-24 years of age are at the greatest risk of nonfatal intimate partner violence. Most cases of domestic violence are never reported to the police. Witnessing violence between one’s parents or caretakers is the strongest risk factor of transmitting violent behavior from one generation to the next. Boys who witness domestic violence are twice as likely to abuse their own partners and children when they become adults. 30% to 60% of perpetrators of intimate partner violence also abuse children in the household.

Mary felt her blood run cold.

Patrice Marcum shook her head in amazement as two middle-aged women fought over the last pair of flannel pajama pants marked down to $4.99.

Oh, Mary, that’s no problem at all,” Rosie said. She turned to Bradley. “Should I be packing heat?” “Rosie, as a sworn law enforcement officer in the state of Illinois, I have to inform you that it is illegal to carry a concealed firearm on your person,” Bradley said. Stanley snorted. “What he’s saying is, yes, you ninny, pack heat, but don’t tell him about it.

The face of Capt. Daniel-Hyacinthe-Marie Liénard de Beaujeu is striped in war paint. Primeval forest conceals his French Marines, Canadian militia, and Indian allies as they maneuver into position. Hidden behind boulders and ancient oak trees, they await the massive combined force of the British and colonial armies now marching toward them. Beaujeu’s French and Indians are heavily outnumbered. Unlike the British, they don’t have cannon that can kill and maim dozens with a single blast of canister shot. Instead, their weapons are those of a nimble guerrilla fighting force: muskets, tomahawks, war clubs to bash skulls, and sharp knives for slicing the flesh and hair from a dying man’s head

Multiculturalism--the claim that minority cultures and ways of life should be protected through group rights and privilege--amounts to the Balkanization of this country into blacks, Asians, Native Americans, Hispanics, and so on. It highlights differences and obscures similarities, and it gives each group the idea that it has a special knowledge about itself that no one else can share. How many times have you heard that you have no right to criticize a black (or Latino or Bengali) if you aren't black (or Latino or Bengali)? Multiculturalism is the antithesis of the American melting pot, and quite deliberately so. I've heard black nationalists argue that the melting-pot theory, with the assimilation it demands, is just another racist attempt to "disappear" the black man in America. Multiculturalism is heralded specifically because it keeps people in separate groups. Ironically, if actual multiculturalism--an appreciation for diversity--were in effect today instead of the warped balkanization we have under that label, each of us would be free to embrace a culture other than our own. As a black woman, Paulette Williams would have been celebrating multiculturalism much more distinctly by keeping her own Anglo name. Or perhaps she could have changed her name to Mary O'Reilly or Edna Ferber. Now that would have been real multiculturalism.

Clarissa led Maggie across the room to Becca’s casket and the two little girls peered at the woman lying inside. “It kind of looks like your mom, but kinda not,” Maggie said. “That’s ’cause it’s not really my mom anymore,” Clarissa explained. “Why not?” Clarissa turned to Maggie. “My grandma told me that our bodies are like gloves and our spirits are like hands,” Clarissa explained. “When we’re born, our bodies slip over our spirits, just like gloves slip over hands. And they move when we move and talk when we talk, just like gloves move when our hands move. Then, when we die, we leave our bodies here on earth, like taking off a glove. And our spirits get to go live with God.” “That’s why your mommy looks like that,” Maggie said. “’Cause the most important part of her went to live with God.

- ¿Qué relación dirías que tenemos con nuestras sombras, Mary? - Aunque se dirigía a mí, no dejaba de contemplar la sombra-. Si las proyectamos nosotros, ¿no forman también parte de nosotros? - Señor -repuse-, no son más que un juego de luz. El Amo dejó la lámpara en el escalón y empezó a arreglarse los puños, que llevaba doblados. - Puede ser que nosotros seamos el juego de luz, Mary

Si lo escribo ahora, no podré negarlo en el futuro.

Estoy tratando de pensar en algo más, Mary, en pedirte algo que me permita retenerte un rato más.

Lo he pensado, señor -dije. Parece que, por ser salvajes, esas plantas tienen mayor determinación de vivir.

The Grants will make their train. Julia is so eager to leave town that she has chosen the local, which takes thirteen long hours to reach Burlington. The faster option would be the seven-thirty express in the morning, but that would mean a night at the theater with the daft and unbalanced Mary Lincoln. Julia Grant's mind is made up. What Ulysses S. Grant does not know is that he will be returning to Washington by the same train within twenty-four hours.

Hadlee, don’t think of fear as your enemy. It’s more like a compass, pointing out things you need to overcome.

Life is not easy for any of us. But what of that? we must have perseverance and above all confidence in ourselves. We must believe that we are gifted for something and this thing must be attained. - Marie Curie

As I followed Mary’s journey in Scripture, God began to reveal many parallels in my own life and faith journey. While battling an eating disorder, anxiety, depression, and tragedy in my life, I found connection and hope in Mary’s journey with Jesus to the cross.

Isn’t green for jealousy?” he asked. Mike shook his head. “No, green is for love.

The poet Mary Rose O’Reilly describes the process aptly: “People all over the world are doing very hard things—turning the other cheek, giving all they have to the poor, eating potatoes without salt—because some confused and yawning student took a note.

But forgiveness was one thing; forgetfulness was entirely something else.

don’t think of fear as your enemy. It’s more like a compass, pointing out things you need to overcome.

I watched my dad as he watched an episode of Star Trek–The Next Generation. He was totally wrapped up in the show, having seen this episode enough times that he was lip-syncing the commands Captain Picard was shouting, while gripping the arms of his chair as if he were sitting in the Captain’s seat.

But life has a way of changing circumstances, and life had a few surprises yet to throw my way.