Bae Ain't Going Nowhere Quotes & Sayings

What the Latins have done in this text (1 John v, 7) the Greeks have done to Paul (1 Tim. iii, 16). They now read, "Great is the mystery of godliness; God manifest in the flesh"; whereas all the churches for the first four or five hundred years, and the authors of all the ancient versions, Jerome as well as the rest, read, "Great is the mystery of godliness, which was manifest in the flesh." Our English version makes it yet a little stronger. It reads, "Great is the mystery of godliness: God was manifest in the flesh." — Isaac Newton

People read inevitability as entitlement, and the American people want their candidates to sweat for the job. They want them to actually make a case for the job. — Deval Patrick

Pridelessness is negative good; humility is positive good. — Radhanath Swami

Numeration comes from 1 and 2, not 0 and 1. The 2 is silence, unanswerable without the 1.
How: a means. Are: exist. You: subject, other? — Erin Moure

I wanted to portray very, very dark subject matter and a deceptively complex story in the brightest colours and simplest lines possible to leave the readers reeling. — Mark Millar

Your time is too valuable, your destiny is too great, and your future is too bright to waste a single moment. Be a now person. — Joel Osteen

I wonder if children don't begin to reject both poetry and religion for similar reasons, because the way both are taught takes the life out of them. — Kathleen Norris

Somebody called me a 'bruised romantic' once, and I like that. — Susannah McCorkle

I showed myself a lesser version of myself that night, and I'm glad I learned from it. — Johnny Weir

Our people still need support. Support us through writing your government officials. We are still on the verge of extinction, with continued injustices brought against us. — Leonard Peltier

Empowered Women 101: You are either creating drama or creating memories together. The choice is yours. — Shannon L. Alder

Instead it yanks on a worm wiggling in the loosened soil. Its feathers shimmer in the morning sunlight, a malignant green on black as it tosses its beak back, devouring the worm, and then it cocks its head to stare at her, its eyes funereal and questioning. — Sara Stark