Blessed Sunday Sms Quotes & Sayings

Work is an anchor; it prevents the undisciplined minds drifting to the past. It keeps them in the present time. — Mehmet Murat Ildan

Grant me the treasure of sublime poverty: permit the distinctive sign of our order to be that it does not possess anything of its own beneath the sun, for the glory of your name, and that it have no other patrimony than begging. — Francis Of Assisi

Practice and practice and practice, and you'll make friends all over the world. — Lionel Ferbos

I will make it my personal mission in life to squash you and your department like a horse turd under my boot heel. — Leslie Murray

My favorite moments are the moments everyone cries over. I see people in the audience crying, and I go, 'I did that, too. I don't just do the jokes. I also do the cries.' Jokes and cries, jokes and cries. That's all I'm here for, people. — Douglas Carter Beane

I am not a child, I think for myself. No man can think for me. — Chief Joseph

GAL3.11 But that no man is justified by the law in the sight of God, it is evident: for, The just shall live by faith. GAL3.12 And the law is not of faith: but, The man that doeth them shall live in them. — Anonymous

The idea of tiny changes cumulated over many steps is an immensely powerful idea, capable of explaining an enormous range of things that would be otherwise inexplicable. — Richard Dawkins

Life is a dilemma between living a lie and speaking one. — Tapan Ghosh

The overtime threshold is to the middle class as the minimum wage is to low-wage workers. — Nick Hanauer

I've started the adoption process ... I really want to be a mommy. — Holly Madison

The Lost Girls

Nomad girls are Lost Ones too,
With leaves at foot and crown;
They too seek shelter in the tress,
Drink Red and Gold and Brown.

Their circlets made of steam and rain,
Their lashes powdered ash,
They're firelight, they're fox's kill,
They're blood and sweat and scratch.

Lost Boys fly forever, and crow the rising sun.
They play all day in Neverland, their laughter mermaid-spun.
But Lost Girls live underground:
They steal from hole to hole.
They drink the shadows, wear the night,
And paint their cheeks with coal.

And when the wind turns colder,
They split a doe and climb inside.
Still-warm sinew wraps their hands,
Dead muscle soaks the light.

You'll never tell what's girl, what's beast,
Once bloody fur's been trussed-
So think your happy thoughts, Lost Boy,
Wish on your Fairy Dust. — Lauren Bird Horowitz

I couldn't help but to think back to my classmates at Thomas Jefferson High School in San Antonio. They had the same talent, the same brains, the same dreams as the folks we sat with at Stanford and Harvard. I realized the difference wasn't one of intelligence or drive. The difference was opportunity. — Julian Castro