Hannah Quotes

Okay, I guess you can come in.Um, Hannah, you have to, you know, open the front door so I can actually come in.I thought you were going to - you're standing under my window. Aren't you supposed to climb up here or something?My ladder's at home. Also, you call throwing rocks at your window clichéd?

~ Elizabeth Scott

Do you really think he was flirting with me?Let's see. He gave you candy you hate - I saw your face - and a CD of songs... He looks at the CD. All of these are, like, twenty years old at least. Figures. Oh, and he groped your face. Sounds like true love to me.

~ Elizabeth Scott

How come you like Josh so much anyway? All he does is sit around drinking overpriced coffee and bitching about how awful things areHe cares about the world.If he cared about the world, he'd donate the ten thousand dollars he must spend on coffee every year to charity. That would be doing something.

~ Elizabeth Scott

To be a Christian without prayer is no more possible than to be alive without breathing.

~ Martin Luther King Jr.

Hannah's faith was the answer to her stress. And, through that faith, she found peace, even though her life remained far from peaceful. Her faith resulted in God working on her behalf. Hannah did not find peace because she left a stressful situation – she found peace because she had learned to depend on God’s strength to rise above her stress.

~ Tracie Miles

I didn't know what kind of creature I was supposed to be until I woke on a hospital cot and was informed I had died. Nobody ever told me what I was. I figured I was broken. But it turns out that my scars were divine signs that I was granted a chance to begin again.

~ Hannah Ashworth

Hannah, do you think that your mum and dad and Tate's mum and dad and my mum and dad and Webb and Tate are all together someplace?' she asks earnestly. I look at Hannah, waiting for the answer. And then she smiles. Webb once said that a Narnie smile was a revelation and, at this moment, I need a revelation. And I get one. 'I wonder,' Hannah says.

~ Melina Marchetta

And so I sit on the dunes in my carefully mismatched clothes, hour after hour, day after day, frozen in my looking back. 'Do not look behind you...lest you be swept away.' That is what scripture say. Only there is nowhere for me to look but back. No future. No redemption. Like Lot's wife, I am turned to salt, my tired eyes trained on the blue-gray horizon, where sea meets sky, where my yesterday's met my tomorrows, a ragtag eccentric, watching and waiting for something that never comes.

~ Barbara Davis