Top 14 Alain Fournier Quotes
#1. Mothers, do you wonder of an evening,
About the tears, the sadness, the passions of your children?
- Tale of the Sun and the Road
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#2. He kept walking, stopping and then setting off again more quickly like a man in search of memories which he sorts out, challenges and compares, ponders on, thinks he has discovered, and then the thread breaking the search begins once more . . .
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#3. Our sins are forgiven and we are accepted as righteous by God because of both the sinless life and sin-bearing death of our Lord Jesus Christ. There is no greater motivation for dealing with sin in our lives than the realization of these two glorious truths of the gospel.
Jerry Bridges
#5. Just as actors are afraid of child audiences because they're so honest, I would be scared stiff of going before the big folks.
Bob Keeshan
#6. What could be more vexing than to be feted on his birthday when he wants nothing so much as to retreat in solitude to ponder the approach of his own mortality?
Richard T. Nash
#7. Be my friends against the day I shall be on the brink of hell, as I was once before
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#8. The quickest path to self-destruction is to push away the people you love.
Cassia Leo
#10. We said to him: here is your happiness, here is what you spent your whole youth looking for, here is the girl you saw in all your dreams!
How could anyone, pushed by the shoulders like that, avoid a reaction of indecision, then fear, then dismay--how could he resist the temptation to escape?
Alain-Fournier
#11. If you feel you ought to go, if I came to you at a moment when nothing could make you happy, if it's necessary for you to leave me now so that you may some day come back to me at peace, then it is I who ask you to go...
Alain-Fournier
#12. Songwriting is a mystery. And it's a mystery to me that it's a mystery. But that sounds stupid.
Neil Finn
#13. This was the setting in which the most troubled and most precious days of my life were lived: an abode from which our adventurings flowed out, to flow back again like waves breaking on a lonely headland.
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