Author of quotes: Joanne Harris. Page 3

The Internet is the most suitable place for the occurrence of Ghost stories. Glowing in the deep night, the laptop screen; voices from another world... more I admire how much we now depend on the virtual world; those that we are in this virtual world tie; from the communities that we create there; from the people with whom we come into contact there, although in real life, probably, had with them, and not meet again. This world can be a friendly feast, and the most lonely place in the world. It all depends on perception.
To me, the internet seems the natural place for a certain kind of ghost story. The late-night glow of the laptop screen; voices from another world... I found myself becoming increasingly fascinated by our growing dependence on the virtual world; the relationships we build there, the communities we create and the connections we make with people we may never meet in real life. This world can be a feast of friends, or the loneliest place on the planet. It's all a matter of perspective.

Perhaps I was brought up, but when I begin to vent my own feelings, I always feel a deep discomfort.

Man learns when teaching others.

And I always thought that the possibility of a drop to pamper yourself is very important for any person.

I do not believe that in fact God cares what you eat, how you dress and who you love. In my opinion, if God created the stars, then in front of His many great plans and deeds.

In the soul of people rarely change, just a age succeed in the ability to change his shape.

For example, I don't believe in the devil. There are a great many people, quite able to cope with its functions.

None of the parents, in General, is not given to show the objectivity in the evaluation of their child, which has his teacher. None of the parents are not able to really believe that his child could be a liar, a bully, a liar, a thief or, worse still, the ordinary student, nothing showing exclusivity.

A perfect sense of injustice lives longer than the feeling of broken limbs... Injustice - just a tiny chip, forever stuck in the shower and not allowing the wound to heal.

However, it should be, I thought, how can you call yourself a school teacher, if under your nails no chalk in the soul - fire, and the head under the evening buzzing from fatigue?

... The worlds we build for ourselves, is just castles in the sand that will inevitably be washed away by evening tide.

You see, sometimes the attitude of someone is based on pure instinct.

... Sometimes I feel real despair, trying to understand what is the meaning of such experience, if your children do not want to listen to the wisdom that you suffered on my own skin.

Marry in haste and then regret slowly.