Bends Toward Justice Quotes

#1. It all suddenly seemed like a hopeless fight, but so what? I told myself. What does it cost you to pretend that the can change (for the better)? That history is an arc and it bends toward justice, even if it is long?

Kelly J. Cogswell

#2. The arc of the moral universe is long, but it bends toward justice.

Theodore Parker

#3. If you are that person, you are more likely to believe that God cured you, this invisible force, creator of the universe, cured you, than that you had three idiotic doctors diagnose you ... I taught physics to pre-med students who became doctors. Not all of them are smart, I assure you.

Neil DeGrasse Tyson

#4. When you pray, you begin to feel the sense of being sent.

E. Stanley Jones

#5. Since the child knew his parents would give in, he tried the same trick again and again.

Jackie Chan

#6. If the long arc of history bends toward social justice, it also bends toward environmental justice and ecological sanity.

David Jaber

#7. First of all nothing will happen
and a little later
nothing will happen again

Leonard Cohen

#8. For most of us the space between 'dreaming on things to come' and 'it is too late, it is all over' is too tiny to enter.

Iris Murdoch

#9. Phrantzes considered for a moment, collecting his thoughts like a general rallying his surviving troops after a massacre.

K.J. Parker

#10. One of the greatest predictors of successful aging, they found, is the presence or absence of a sedentary lifestyle. Put

John Medina

#11. I don't really have a career plan. There's no joy for me to just be a personality in my work, and I feel that that's so much of what's out there.

Tammy Blanchard

#12. Climate change is not the fault of man. It's Mother Nature's way. And sucking greenhouse gases from the atmosphere is too limited a solution. We have to be prepared for fire or ice, for fry or freeze. We have to be prepared for change.

Howard Bloom

#13. O happy, happy morning! O dear, familiar place! / O warm, sweet tears of Heaven, fast falling on my face! / O well-remembered, rainy wind, blow all my care away, / That I may be a child again this blissful morn of May.

Celia Thaxter