Bengtson Quotes & Sayings

Angels are all around us when we need them the most, and when we just need a nudge or two. — Cristael Ann Bengtson

I was surrounded by ripples and cascades of Light, rising and falling all around me, like immense waves in the middle of a huge ocean. I was a tiny girl-child, newborn. — Cristael Ann Bengtson

God will never lead us down dark alleys, only lighted streets. — Kassi Pontious

And if you get caught up in combing the Internet for what people think of you or how people perceive you, I think that's a slippery slope. — Adam Scott

Although she was a logical, practical person, she believed that in books there existed a kind of magic. Between the aging covers on these shelves, contained in tiny, abstract black marks on sheets of paper, were voices from the past. Voices that reached into the future, into Claire's own heart and mind, to tell her what they knew, what they'd learned, what they'd seen, what they'd felt. Wasn't that magic? — Christi Phillips

Science is the way in which we know nature and our place within it. — Bill Nye

The one important thing I have learned over the years is the difference between taking one's work seriously and taking one's self seriously. The first is imperative and the second is disastrous. — Margot Fonteyn

I found myself whirling around and falling down and down. My life memories were spinning around me, flashing like thousands of brilliant pictures with bright cascading colors like a thousand tiny kaleidoscopes... — Cristael Ann Bengtson

I refuse to put God into a little box I can handle, for that would insult us both. — L.M. Fields

No one can understand what's the best thing for you to do, other than yourself. — David Archuleta

Sleep is pain's easiest salve — John Donne

The beach is in our blood. Everyone in our family returns to the beach instinctively, just like the sea turtles. — Sandy Archibald

The Pudgelys and the Pinkhearts and the Roundasses are all staring at her, slackjawed. She has just enough residual energy to swing into their driveway. Her momentum carries her to the top. She stops next to Mr. Pudgely's Acura and Mrs. Pudgely's bimbo box and steps off her plank. The spokes, noting her departure, even themselves out, plant themselves on the top of the driveway, refuse to roll backward. A — Neal Stephenson