Andy Goode Quotes & Sayings

Love is thick and it swallows me whole. — Alanis Morissette

Bliss Thrives
From within,
Deep inside
Where Love dives. — James Josue

I guess we should get to it. Wade said, reaching down to pick up my skis. Yes please, my evil side thought, before being whacked over the head with a sledge hammer by my inner angel. — Ethan Day

Unity of opinion is indeed a glorious and desirable thing, and its circle cannot be too strong and extended, if the centre be truth; but if the centre be error, the greater the circumference, the greater the evil. — Charles Caleb Colton

Testimony is a result of choice, not circumstance. In all seasons of my life, testimony has been a conscious choice - and this choice has given everything else in my life meaning. Building a testimony is the beginning of building a happy life. Testimony grows step by step as we invest the effort to exercise faith and hope as active parts of everyday living. Prayer is a major tool to help us gain faith and hope. — Elaine L. Jack

Whoever will not love his enemies cannot know the Lord and the sweetness of the Holy Spirit. The Holy Spirit teaches us to love our enemies in such way that we pity their souls as if they were our own children. — Silouan The Athonite

The first law of dietetics seems to be: if it tastes good, it's bad for you. — Isaac Asimov

There is a flaw to your plan." A sly grin crept onto his face once again. My eyebrow arched at him questioningly.
"I live across the street," he told me; and, without another word, he turned around toward his house and I realized what he meant. I told my problems to a stranger that I would probably see again. — Christie Cote

Aurora hail, and all the thousand dies,
Which deck thy progress through the vaulted skies:
The morn awakes, and wide extends her rays,
On ev'ry leaf the gentle zephyr plays;
Harmonious lays the feather'd race resume,
Dart the bright eye, and shake the painted plume. — Phillis Wheatley

I recalled the voice I had heard; again I questioned whence it came, as vainly as before: it seemed in me not in the external world. I asked, was it a mere nervous impression a delusion? I could not conceive or believe: it was more like an inspiration. — Charlotte Bronte