2224 Cedar Quotes & Sayings

Christ teaches by the Spirit of wisdom in the heart, opening the understanding to the Spirit of revelation in the word. — Matthew Henry

Hmm what wine is this love thing that your species has, not necessary even on a good day, but like a mob of maniac limpets you cling to it. — Steve Merrick

In my heart, a live fire
Like the morning sun
Burning my mind, to purify the soul
That is my love.

In my dream a burning desire
Like the lights from a diamond
Make my life ever precious
That is my love.

my mind an ever longing
As the moon longing for night
Make the night dreams of desire
That is my love. — Debasish Mridha

If we stand idly by while states legalize bigotry, we are responsible for allowing it to happen. — Dannel Malloy

Music, I would argue, is a part of what makes us human. — David Byrne

Although she'd never believe it, those lines in Gillian's face are the most beautiful part about her. They reveal what she's gone through and what she's survived and who exactly she is, deep inside. — Alice Hoffman

Magic has always been of a great interest of mine. I was an amateur magician when I was young. I used to practice and read up on it a lot. I'm well-aware of the history of magic. — Woody Allen

You all have kept me sane, but he kept me safe. — T.J. Klune

In Germany, salads are assemblies of ham and mayonnaise, not trendy tossed leaves. — Rachel Johnson

And as in uffish thought he stood, The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame, Came whiffling through the tulgey wood, And burbled as it came! One, two! One, two! And through and through The vorpal blade went snicker-snack! He left it dead, and with its head He went galumphing back. — Lewis Carroll

I would never purposely sing a song about someone I love, I wouldn't want to embarrass them. But for someone I don't like ... I would definitely do that. — Jack White

We are befouling and destroying our own home, we are committing a slow but accelerating race suicide and life murder - planetary biocide. Now there is a mighty theme for a mighty book but a challenge to which no modern novelist or poet has yet responded. Where is our Melville, our Milton, our Thomas Mann when we need him most? — Edward Abbey