Allowable 529 Quotes & Sayings

I am learning to get online myself, and I will have that down fairly soon, getting on myself. I dont expect to be a great communicator, I dont expect to set up my own blog, but I am becoming computer literate to the point where I can get the information that I need. — John McCain

Although Clark remains relatively unknown to most Christians today, he has received praise from a range of powerful voices in American theological circles. When asked which twentieth-century theologians will still be read 500 years hence, the well-known American pastor and theologian R.C. Sproul answered, "Gordon Clark." Indeed, — Douglas J. Douma

I had to detach myself from myself, if that makes any sense, to conjure an authentic first-person voice. In that sense, it was similar to writing a first-person novel. But I was writing about real people, not fictional ones - myself, my family, my friends and boyfriends and ex-husband, and that was extremely tricky. — Kate Christensen

Society has put before you the ideal of a 'perfect man'. No matter in which culture you were born, you have scriptural doctrines and traditions handed down to you to tell you how to behave. You are told that through due practice you can even eventually come into the state attained by the sages, saints and saviors of mankind. And so you try to control your behavior, to control your thoughts, to be something unnatural. — U.G. Krishnamurti

you curdled clot of whores piss — Sara Douglass

I rarely go into a shop on holiday, because fashion and design are what I'm involved in every day. I need another world. — Carolina Herrera

Art is essentially communication. It doesn't exist in a vacuum. That's why people make art, so other people can relate to it. — Conor Oberst

My own heart let me more have pity on; let
Me live to my sad self hereafter kind,
Charitable; not live this tormented mind
With this tormented mind tormenting
yet. — Gerard Manley Hopkins

He stared up at me, and even as the house fell apart around us, even as drops of fire rained down from the sky, his hand raised and brushed a lock of hair out of my face, and I felt his stomach rise as he breathed in deeply.
"You," he whispered. "You're a boy?" His hands cupped my face, and a tear streaked down my cheek onto his fingers.
"I dreamt of you but ... but I never thought ... — T.J. Klune