“But when Bethany came into class, her dark hair pulled back into a low ponytail, showing off her graceful neck, he may have stopped breathing again. A thousand charming words strung together in his head in a nanosecond, but he averted his eyes to his empty notebook. Notes? Who really took notes in class? Dawson wanted to see if she would talk to him first. God, he was like a teenage girl. He was so screwed.”
―
Jennifer L. Armentrout,
Shadows
“The trouble with purging the school curriculum of religious knowledge is that ultimate questions cannot be answered without reference to religious beliefs or at least to philosophy. With religion expelled from the schools, a clear field was left for the entrance of the mode of belief called humanitarianism, or secular humanism--the latter a term employed by the cultural historian Christopher Dawson. During the past four decades and more, the place that religion used to hold in American schooling, always a rather modest and non-dogmatic place, has been filled by secular humanism. Its root principle is that human nature and society may be perfected without the operation of divine grace. . . .In his book A Common Faith (1934), [John] Dewey advocated his brand of humanism as a religion. "Here are all the elements for a religious faith that shall not be confined to sect, class, or race," he wrote. "Such a faith has always been implicitly the common faith of mankind. It remains to make it explicit and militant."Much more evidence exists to suggest that humanitarianism, or secular humanism, should be regarded in law as a religion, with respect to both establishment and free exercise in the First Amendment. It is this non-theistic religion, hostile to much of the established morality and many existing American institutions, that has come close to being established as a "civil religion" in American public schools.” ― Russell Kirk, Rights and Duties: Reflections on Our Conservative Constitution
“In the discussion at Phi Beta Sigma, a social fraternity I joined for a while, I expressed my anger about society and white racism. The other told me that I sounded like a guy named Donald Warden who was preaching Blackness at the Berkley campus of the University of California. He was the head of an organization called the Afro-American Association.I went to Berkley to find Warden and hear what he was saying. The first member I met, though, was Maurice Dawson, one of Warden’s tight partners. He turned me off with his arrogance. I had come searching for something, and he scorned me because I did not already know what I was seeking. I could not understand what he was saying about “Afro-Americans.” The term was new to me. Dawson really put me down. “You know what an Afro-Cucan is?” “Yes” “You know what an Afro-Brazilian is?” “Yes” “Then why don’t you know what an Afro-American is?” It may have been apparent to him, but not to me. But I was stilled interested.Maurice taught me a lesson that I try to apply to the Black Panther Party today. I dissuade Party members from putting down people who do not understand. Even people who are unenlightened and seemingly bourgeois should be answered in a polite way. Things should be explained to them as fully as possible. I was turned off by a person who did not want to talk to me because I was not important enough. Maurice just wanted to preach to the converted, who already agreed with him. I try to be cordial, because that way you win people over. You cannot win them over by drawing a line of demarcation, saying you are on this side and I am on the other; that shows a lack of consciousness. After the Black Panther Party was formed, I nearly feel into this error. I could not understand why people were blind to what I saw so clearly. Then I realized that their understanding had to be developed.” ― Huey P Newton
“I’ll risk the madness. When it comes to you, I always have.” ― May Dawson, Rebel Queen
“You really want to live in another world when you could be a king in this one?” Arlen asked me skeptically, crossing powerful arms over his chest. “This world doesn’t have Maddie in it,” I said. Raura said to Arlen, “I love him. He’s so cute. Why can’t you be more like him?” ― May Dawson, Unstoppable
“He leaned over my back, his lips warm against my ear. "You may be a princess, but you belong to me.” ― Delilah S. Dawson, Wicked as She Wants
“When men follow justice the city blooms, the earth bears rich harvests, and children and flocks increase; but for the unjust all nature is hostile, the people waste away from famine, and a whole city may reap the evil fruit of one man's ill deeds.” ― Christopher Henry Dawson, Religion and World History: A Selection from the Works of Christopher Dawson
“Let us live this day in that light, that life, and that peace, so that we may gain the victory over those things that press us down.” ― George Dawson
“May the spires keep you,” she called back to Grana. “Oh, go sit on a spire and twirl,” Grana replied.” ― Delilah S. Dawson, Black Spire
“If Your church says they want revival, check out their midweek prayer service. Someone may be lying” ― Joe Joe Dawson
“Jacob leaned back slightly to give me a look behind Jacob’s back,” ― May Dawson, Wild Angels Books 1-4: Those Wild Angels Boxed Set
“Pretty sure you’re just a control freak like your brother, but whatever,” I shot back.” ― May Dawson, His Dangerous Ways
“Cam let go of Evie and approached Sebastian as the room emptied. “You fight like a gentleman, my lord,” he commented. Sebastian gave him a sardonic glance. “Why doesn’t that sound like a compliment?” Sliding his hands into his pockets, Cam observed mildly, “You do well enough against a pair of drunken sots—” “There were three to start with,” Sebastian growled. “Three drunken sots, then. But the next time you may not be so fortunate.” “The next time? If you think I’m going to make a habit of this—” “Jenner did,” Cam countered softly. “Egan did. Nearly every night there is some to-do in the alley, the stable yard, or the card rooms, after the guests have had hours of stimulation from gaming, spirits, and women. We all take turns dealing with it. And unless you care to get the stuffing knocked out of you on a weekly basis, you’ll need to learn a few tricks to put down a fight quickly. It causes less damage to you and the patrons, and keeps the police away.” “If you’re referring to the kind of tactics used in rookery brawls, and quarrels over back-alley bobtails—” “You’re not going for a half hour of light exercise at the pugilistic club,” Cam said acidly. Sebastian opened his mouth to argue, but as he saw Evie drawing closer something changed in his face. It was a response to the anxiety that she couldn’t manage to hide. For some reason her concern gently undermined his hostility, and softened him. Looking from one to the other, Cam observed the subtle interplay with astute interest. “Have you been hurt?” Evie asked, looking over him closely. To her relief, Sebastian appeared disheveled and riled, but free of significant damage. He shook his head, holding still as she reached up to push back a few damp amber locks that were nearly hanging in his eyes. “I’m fine,” he muttered. “Compared to the drubbing I received from Westcliff, this was nothing.” Cam interrupted firmly. “There are more drubbings in store, milord, if you won’t take a few pointers on how to fight.” Without waiting for Sebastian’s assent, he went to the doorway and called, “Dawson! Come back here for a minute. No, not for work. We need you to come take a few swings at St. Vincent.” He glanced back at Sebastian and remarked innocently, “Well, that got him. He’s hurrying over here.” ― Lisa Kleypas, Devil in Winter
“Rubbing the place where a headache was brewing, Toby said, “You may keep whatever parts of the goat you wish. I just want this farm boy’s heart.”“So the rest of him is up for grabs?”“The rest of the goat?”“No, the rest of the…yeah, the goat. The goat. Good eating, goat.” ― Delilah S. Dawson, Kill the Farm Boy
“The intellectual climate has become increasingly unfavorable to the study of the relations between religion and culture in the modern world and the modern university. For theology has long since lost its position as a dominant faculty in the university and as an integral part of the general educational curriculum. It continues to exist on sufferance only as a specialized ecclesiastical study designed for the clergy. Consequently the student in a modern university may be totally ignorant of religion.” ― Christopher Henry Dawson, The Formation of Christendom
“If we look at the world today in isolation from the past and the future, the forces of secularism may seem triumphant. This, however, is but a moment in the life of humanity, and it does not possess the promise of stability and permanence.” ― Christopher Henry Dawson, The Formation of Christendom
“I didn't need for him to agree with everything I said. I just needed him to think about it.” ― May Dawson, Sacred Honor
“Who are you?” “My name is Honor.” He whistled. “That seems like a weighty name to put on a kid.” ― May Dawson, Sacred Honor
“You'll see them again,” Honor said optimistically. “I think our stories are all entangled.” “I hope not. Lucien is incredibly annoying.” “But he's not the monster that you thought he was.” “He is still entirely too willing to burst into song, invited or uninvited, so I would still call him a monster.” Nobody loves a bard.” ― May Dawson, Sacred Honor
“The trouble with purging the school curriculum of religious knowledge is that ultimate questions cannot be answered without reference to religious beliefs or at least to philosophy. With religion expelled from the schools, a clear field was left for the entrance of the mode of belief called humanitarianism, or secular humanism--the latter a term employed by the cultural historian Christopher Dawson. During the past four decades and more, the place that religion used to hold in American schooling, always a rather modest and non-dogmatic place, has been filled by secular humanism. Its root principle is that human nature and society may be perfected without the operation of divine grace. . . .In his book A Common Faith (1934), [John] Dewey advocated his brand of humanism as a religion. "Here are all the elements for a religious faith that shall not be confined to sect, class, or race," he wrote. "Such a faith has always been implicitly the common faith of mankind. It remains to make it explicit and militant."Much more evidence exists to suggest that humanitarianism, or secular humanism, should be regarded in law as a religion, with respect to both establishment and free exercise in the First Amendment. It is this non-theistic religion, hostile to much of the established morality and many existing American institutions, that has come close to being established as a "civil religion" in American public schools.” ― Russell Kirk, Rights and Duties: Reflections on Our Conservative Constitution
“In the discussion at Phi Beta Sigma, a social fraternity I joined for a while, I expressed my anger about society and white racism. The other told me that I sounded like a guy named Donald Warden who was preaching Blackness at the Berkley campus of the University of California. He was the head of an organization called the Afro-American Association.I went to Berkley to find Warden and hear what he was saying. The first member I met, though, was Maurice Dawson, one of Warden’s tight partners. He turned me off with his arrogance. I had come searching for something, and he scorned me because I did not already know what I was seeking. I could not understand what he was saying about “Afro-Americans.” The term was new to me. Dawson really put me down. “You know what an Afro-Cucan is?” “Yes” “You know what an Afro-Brazilian is?” “Yes” “Then why don’t you know what an Afro-American is?” It may have been apparent to him, but not to me. But I was stilled interested.Maurice taught me a lesson that I try to apply to the Black Panther Party today. I dissuade Party members from putting down people who do not understand. Even people who are unenlightened and seemingly bourgeois should be answered in a polite way. Things should be explained to them as fully as possible. I was turned off by a person who did not want to talk to me because I was not important enough. Maurice just wanted to preach to the converted, who already agreed with him. I try to be cordial, because that way you win people over. You cannot win them over by drawing a line of demarcation, saying you are on this side and I am on the other; that shows a lack of consciousness. After the Black Panther Party was formed, I nearly feel into this error. I could not understand why people were blind to what I saw so clearly. Then I realized that their understanding had to be developed.” ― Huey P Newton
“I’ll risk the madness. When it comes to you, I always have.” ― May Dawson, Rebel Queen
“You really want to live in another world when you could be a king in this one?” Arlen asked me skeptically, crossing powerful arms over his chest. “This world doesn’t have Maddie in it,” I said. Raura said to Arlen, “I love him. He’s so cute. Why can’t you be more like him?” ― May Dawson, Unstoppable
“He leaned over my back, his lips warm against my ear. "You may be a princess, but you belong to me.” ― Delilah S. Dawson, Wicked as She Wants
“When men follow justice the city blooms, the earth bears rich harvests, and children and flocks increase; but for the unjust all nature is hostile, the people waste away from famine, and a whole city may reap the evil fruit of one man's ill deeds.” ― Christopher Henry Dawson, Religion and World History: A Selection from the Works of Christopher Dawson
“Let us live this day in that light, that life, and that peace, so that we may gain the victory over those things that press us down.” ― George Dawson
“May the spires keep you,” she called back to Grana. “Oh, go sit on a spire and twirl,” Grana replied.” ― Delilah S. Dawson, Black Spire
“If Your church says they want revival, check out their midweek prayer service. Someone may be lying” ― Joe Joe Dawson
“Jacob leaned back slightly to give me a look behind Jacob’s back,” ― May Dawson, Wild Angels Books 1-4: Those Wild Angels Boxed Set
“Pretty sure you’re just a control freak like your brother, but whatever,” I shot back.” ― May Dawson, His Dangerous Ways
“Cam let go of Evie and approached Sebastian as the room emptied. “You fight like a gentleman, my lord,” he commented. Sebastian gave him a sardonic glance. “Why doesn’t that sound like a compliment?” Sliding his hands into his pockets, Cam observed mildly, “You do well enough against a pair of drunken sots—” “There were three to start with,” Sebastian growled. “Three drunken sots, then. But the next time you may not be so fortunate.” “The next time? If you think I’m going to make a habit of this—” “Jenner did,” Cam countered softly. “Egan did. Nearly every night there is some to-do in the alley, the stable yard, or the card rooms, after the guests have had hours of stimulation from gaming, spirits, and women. We all take turns dealing with it. And unless you care to get the stuffing knocked out of you on a weekly basis, you’ll need to learn a few tricks to put down a fight quickly. It causes less damage to you and the patrons, and keeps the police away.” “If you’re referring to the kind of tactics used in rookery brawls, and quarrels over back-alley bobtails—” “You’re not going for a half hour of light exercise at the pugilistic club,” Cam said acidly. Sebastian opened his mouth to argue, but as he saw Evie drawing closer something changed in his face. It was a response to the anxiety that she couldn’t manage to hide. For some reason her concern gently undermined his hostility, and softened him. Looking from one to the other, Cam observed the subtle interplay with astute interest. “Have you been hurt?” Evie asked, looking over him closely. To her relief, Sebastian appeared disheveled and riled, but free of significant damage. He shook his head, holding still as she reached up to push back a few damp amber locks that were nearly hanging in his eyes. “I’m fine,” he muttered. “Compared to the drubbing I received from Westcliff, this was nothing.” Cam interrupted firmly. “There are more drubbings in store, milord, if you won’t take a few pointers on how to fight.” Without waiting for Sebastian’s assent, he went to the doorway and called, “Dawson! Come back here for a minute. No, not for work. We need you to come take a few swings at St. Vincent.” He glanced back at Sebastian and remarked innocently, “Well, that got him. He’s hurrying over here.” ― Lisa Kleypas, Devil in Winter
“Rubbing the place where a headache was brewing, Toby said, “You may keep whatever parts of the goat you wish. I just want this farm boy’s heart.”“So the rest of him is up for grabs?”“The rest of the goat?”“No, the rest of the…yeah, the goat. The goat. Good eating, goat.” ― Delilah S. Dawson, Kill the Farm Boy
“The intellectual climate has become increasingly unfavorable to the study of the relations between religion and culture in the modern world and the modern university. For theology has long since lost its position as a dominant faculty in the university and as an integral part of the general educational curriculum. It continues to exist on sufferance only as a specialized ecclesiastical study designed for the clergy. Consequently the student in a modern university may be totally ignorant of religion.” ― Christopher Henry Dawson, The Formation of Christendom
“If we look at the world today in isolation from the past and the future, the forces of secularism may seem triumphant. This, however, is but a moment in the life of humanity, and it does not possess the promise of stability and permanence.” ― Christopher Henry Dawson, The Formation of Christendom
“I didn't need for him to agree with everything I said. I just needed him to think about it.” ― May Dawson, Sacred Honor
“Who are you?” “My name is Honor.” He whistled. “That seems like a weighty name to put on a kid.” ― May Dawson, Sacred Honor
“You'll see them again,” Honor said optimistically. “I think our stories are all entangled.” “I hope not. Lucien is incredibly annoying.” “But he's not the monster that you thought he was.” “He is still entirely too willing to burst into song, invited or uninvited, so I would still call him a monster.” Nobody loves a bard.” ― May Dawson, Sacred Honor
