Abanoud Quotes & Sayings

Children should be like waffles
you should be able to throw the first one away. — Nancy Mitford

I know you, you believe that God tests people and you have to have faith that things are going according to His plan.."
"God is not in my bedroom." That was just nine kinds of wrong. — James Buchanan

Only in the sacredness of inward silence does the soul truly meet the secret, hiding God. The strength of resolve, which afterward shapes life, and mixes itself with action, is the fruit of those sacred, solitary moments. There is a divine depth in silence. We meet God alone. — Frederick William Robertson

I know who the real hero is, and it isn't me or brave Lanaya. It's an old man with a white beard and a walking stick and a heart so big it won't let him stop thinking he can change the world by writing down things in a book no one will ever read. — Rodman Philbrick

When you are confident that you are the Father's treasured possession, you are also confident that his loving care will continue forever. Building warehouses is a waste of time and space. His gifts to you become things you want to give him back in gratitude. Then he gives you even more. — Edward T. Welch

Love fills all the gaps in our souls. — Alex Adams

They may not know each other to say it, but it was never hidden. How much ever they hated each other, fate ties them together. — Parul Wadhwa

Impropriety is the soul of wit. — W. Somerset Maugham

We just say: the divorce didn't work out. — Joe

If you're going to do a romantic comedy it was about housing it in something that we haven't seen before. — George Clooney

If you think I'm annoying and preachy now, you should have known me in grade school. — Dave Eggers

I bought a packet of Trojan Ultra Pleasure Extra Sensitive condoms: 'No. 1 in AMERICA'. They smell nothing like a positive first sexual experience. — Joe Dunthorne

With that, the poignant charm vanished. Inside the fifth machine, all was rampant malignity. Deformed flowers thrust monstrous horned tusks and trumpets ending in blaring teeth through the crimson walls, rending them; the ravenous garden slavered over its prey and every brick was shown in the act of falling. Amid the violence of this transformation, the oblivion of the embrace went on. The awakened girl, in all her youthful loveliness, still clasped in the arms of a lover from whom all the flesh had fallen. He was a grinning skeleton. — Angela Carter