Antiquing Glaze Quotes & Sayings

One philosophically fascinating aspect of Catholicism is the very strange conception of reality it presents (the incarnation, the eucharist, judgement day etc.). — Tim Crane

If it is legitimate to kill in self-defence then it must be equally legitimate to steal in self-defence — Agona Apell

God has a plan and the devil has a plan, and you will have to decide which plan you are going to fit into. — Billy Graham

Loved her?! I never even touched her," he said.

"That's the problem with men, Jack," she said, "you think that love has to start in the fingers. — Kevin Alyn Elders

The winged beasts and angels know, that mortals cannot fly.
But how I flew to see the sun; a broken bird am I. — Craig Froman

I left for Petersburg in August, 1871 and stayed there until 1879. — Carl Spitteler

Christianity is not engrossed by this transitory world, but measures all things by the thought of eternity. — John Gresham Machen

Who do you think I am, Pete Rose? I don't bet. I come from a long line of compulsive gamblers. Gambling scares me. — Mario Cantone

I believe myself that there's a great deal more interest and engagement among Americans than our politicians recognize. — Jeffrey Sachs

He reached out and intertwined our hands. Gently urging me forward he whispered, Have I lost you love? — Erin Jamison

For me, there's nothing sexier than a woman who can argue me into the ground and outsmart me ... a woman who knows her own mind and isn't afraid to speak it. — J. Michael Straczynski

This is how Raimbaut saw him, as with quick assured movements he arranged the pine cones in a triangle, then in squares on the sides of the triangle, and obstinately compared the pine cones on the shorter sides of the triangle with those of the square of the hypotenuse. Raimbaut realised that all this moved by ritual, convention, formulas, and beneath it there was ... what? He felt a vague sense of discomfort come over him at knowing himself to be outside all these rules of a game. But then his wanting to avenge his father's death, his ardor to fight, to enroll himself among Charlemagne's warriors - wasn't that also a ritual to prevent plunging into the void, like this raising and setting of pine cones by Sir Agilulf? Oppressed by the turmoil of such unexpected questions, young Raimbaut flung himself to the ground and burst into tears. — Italo Calvino