But he was not the man to go about telling his neighbors that he was in error. And so people said he had no respect for the gods of the clan. His enemies said that his good fortune had gone to his head.

Can I call my mother? Tell her how much I love her?

Abbot Terrasson tells us that if the size of a book were measured not by the number of its pages but by the time required to understand it, then we could say about many books that they would be much shorter were they not so short.

If you do not tell the truth about yourself you cannot tell it about other people.

I learned from that time period that, even though the past is always kind of right there, you can decide to start over with a loved one," Liz tells OWN. "I lost my mom, and we did not have enough connection at the time, and I was not going to let that happen again.

People tell my father, 'You've lost your daughter; she's fighting against tradition and religion!' He's scared but supports me

We of Es Toch tell a little myth, which says that in the beginning the Creator told a great lie. For there was nothing at all, but the Creator spoke, saying, It exists. And behold, in order that the lie of God might be God’s truth, the universe at once began to exist.

When the remedy you have offered only increases the disease, then leave him who will not be cured, and tell your story to someone who seeks the truth.

[http://etext.virginia.edu/cgi-local/DHI/dhi.cgi?id=dv2-70 Extended discourse in Dictionary of the History of Ideas]

No thing great is created suddenly, any more than a bunch of grapes or a fig. If you tell me that you desire a fig, I answer you that there must be time. Let it first blossom, then bear fruit, then ripen.

I love you and, because I love you, I would sooner have you hate me for telling you the truth than adore me for telling you lies.

You can't tell me who to hang with,
or kick my raps with,
or even make my snaps with,
'cause I'm full-grown and I got a full-grown mind,
so mother-fuck sticking with my own kind!

When suffering knocks at your door and you say there is no seat for him, he tells you not to worry because he has brought his own stool.

Ken Uehara — Dr. Kawano

Shug Fisher — Old Man Harris

But tell me:
what you're gonna do,
when you don't have your crew?
You're lookin' in the mirror,
but yourself you never knew.
I don't really care if you're a Gentile or a Jew.
When you come to me, you better speak upon the true.