“Is this what love feels like?" he whispered to her. "I don't like it, my Beth. It hurts too much.”
Jennifer Ashley (1974) American author
Source: The Madness of Lord Ian Mackenzie
“Is this what love feels like?" he whispered to her. "I don't like it, my Beth. It hurts too much.”
Jennifer Ashley (1974) American author
Source: The Madness of Lord Ian Mackenzie
George Oppen (1908–1984) American poet
Who could have the conceit, the self-confidence to believe that that is what we should do throughout all the rest of human history?
Letter to Charles Humboldt (mid-1962), p. 64
The Selected Letters of George Oppen (1990)
Ulysses S. Grant (1822–1885) 18th President of the United States
To Alexander H. Stephens, Lincoln http://www.imsdb.com/scripts/Lincoln.html (2012). <br class="br">In fiction, Lincoln (2012)
Robert G. Ingersoll (1833–1899) Union United States Army officer
Orthodoxy (1884)
Context: How do they answer all this? They say that God “permits” it. What would you say to me if I stood by and saw a ruffian beat out the brains of a child, when I had full and perfect power to prevent it? You would say truthfully that I was as bad as the murderer. Is it possible for this God to prevent it? Then, if he does not he is a fiend; he is no god. But they say he “permits” it. What for? So that we may have freedom of choice. What for? So that God may find, I suppose, who are good and who are bad. Did he not know that when he made us? Did he not know exactly just what he was making?