1784 Wordscapes Quotes & Sayings

There is a law in physics that applies to the soul. No two objects can occupy the same space at the same time; one thing must displace another. If your heart's crammed tight with material things and a thirst for wealth, there's no space left for God. Francis wanted a void in his life that could only be filled with Jesus. Poverty wasn't a burden for him - it was a pathway to spiritual freedom. — Ian Morgan Cron

If the book we're reading doesn't wake us up with a blow on the head, what are we reading it for. — Franz Kafka

With a parent, it's always guilt. You want to be there, but you kind of also want to be here. — Heather Locklear

Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain.
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today.
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you.
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun. — Pink Floyd

THE BOY WHO LIVED M — J.K. Rowling

Leaders who lack passion cost everyone who follows. — Bill Johnson

We landed in the grass near the fence, several yards away from the worn path that the Amity trucks travel to deliver food to the city, and the gate that lets them out - the gate that is currently shut, locking us in. The fence towers over us, too high and flexible to climb over, too sturdy to knock down. "There are supposed to be Dauntless guards here," says Marcus. "Where are they?" "They were probably under the simulation," Tobias says, "and are now . . ." He pauses. "Who knows where, doing who knows what. — Veronica Roth

Unquestionably, this drug is is very useful to the artist, activating trains of association that would otherwise be inaccessible, and I owe many of the scenes in Naked Lunch directly to the use of cannabis. — William Burroughs

office jokers were a crime in progress - — Mick Herron

Self-confidence is either a petty pride in our own narrowness, or the realization of our duty and privilege as God's children. — Phillips Brooks

Praise is the beauty of a Christian. What wings are to a bird, what fruit is to the tree, what the rose is to the thorn, that is praise to a child of God. — Charles Spurgeon