Blotarians Quotes & Sayings

Scars remind me of just how far that I've come. — Shakira

Converting grace puts God on the throne, and the world at His footstool; Christ in the heart, and the world under Hisfeet. — Joseph Alleine

Men like women who are fun to be around, who are kind, intelligent, honest and who don't play games. — Jeanne Phillips

An English criminal, you know is always better concealed in London than anywhere else. — Jules Verne

Make your home as comfortable and attractive as possible and then get on with living. There's more to life than decorating. — Albert Hadley

A friend of mine once saw Mandela in a South African airport and told me this story. The president had noticed a lady who was walking by with her daughter, a beautiful five- or six-year-old girl, with blond hair and blue eyes. Mandela walked up to this little girl and leaned down and shook her hand, and he said, "Do you know who I am?" And the child smiled and said, "Yes, you are President Mandela." Mandela said, "Yes, I am your president. And if you work very hard in school and you learn a lot and you are nice to everybody, you too could grow up to be President of South Africa." Just — Nelson Mandela

The sooner the doctrine of original sin disappears, the better it is for theology. — Georgia Harkness

Mellow nuts have the hardest rind. — Walter Scott

He looks about as happy as a penguin in a microwave. — Sid Waddell

And if your daughter came to you, crying with hunger, would you tell her no? Would you tell her she is too fat, she wants too much, she must shrink into society? No.
Then why would you tell yourself the exact same thing? You are somebody's daughter. — Michelle K.

Sir Richard Branson is probably the best communicator ever. He was an inspiration for me - contrary to some reports, we've never done business together, although we did discuss an aviation venture very early on. I don't think easyJet competes with Virgin - we're in different areas. — Stelios Haji-Ioannou

I am not a player. — Marat Safin

Are we to have nothing tonight? said one of them, with a low laugh, as she pointed to the bag which he had thrown upon the floor, and which moved as though there were some living thing within it. For answer he nodded his head. One of the women jumped forward and opened it. If my ears did not deceive me there was a gasp and a low wail, as of a half smothered child. The women closed round, whilst I was aghast with horror. But as I looked, they disappeared, and with them the dreadful bag. — Bram Stoker