Brandlyn Minteer Quotes & Sayings

He looked like a once-green leaf that had begun to dry and to reveal the structure of its veins. — Graham Joyce

Life is a balance between giving and receiving. The more you give, the more abundance will fill your life with joy. — Debasish Mridha

Love isn't jealous. It's kind and patient. It's accepting--it's late night talks and early morning kisses. It's arguing and making up. It's life with the one you can't live without. — Marquita Valentine

The sentence is the great invention of civilization. To sit all day long assembling these extraordinary strings of words is a marvelous thing. I couldn't ask for anything better. It's as near to godliness as I can get. — John Banville

Everyone starts out with a little self, and it costs everything to move past that little self. It costs the life of the little self to be the life within that's deeper than that little self. — John De Ruiter

Mars has a bit of air pressure; maybe we can build up that atmosphere to be a bit more accommodating to humans. — Buzz Aldrin

You gotta weather a few storms if you want to drop anchor in paradise. — Scott B. Williams

Just like your body and lifestyle can be healthy or unhealthy, the same is true with your beliefs. Your beliefs can be your medicine or your poison. — Steve Maraboli

With violence, as with so many other concerns, human nature is the problem, but human nature is also the solution. — Steven Pinker

In the fall of 1998, I began my freshman year at San Diego State University, which my dad commonly referred to as 'Harvard, without all the smart people. — Justin Halpern

I'm teaming up with Quaker and PLAY 60 to encourage kids to eat right, stay active and do something outside for at least 60 minutes a day. — Andrew Luck

Many people wish for a different universe than the one in which we live. They want one where every day is harvest time and there are no long laborious summer months to go through in order to get there. And when the harvest is ripe and they are thriving, they want no approaching winters where they see that the harvest is over and a cold death is looming. — Henry Cloud