Brocades In Karate Quotes & Sayings

Look to the souls of Your own soldiers, God, who labor in Thine awful cause. — Janet Morris

And their greed was for gold or God. They collected souls as they collected jewels. — John Steinbeck

I write all the time because I'm lonely. When you're acting, you're working every day all day. But then you have long amounts of time off. — Jesse Eisenberg

If the present is really all we have, then the present lasts forever. — Anne Lamott

Method is much, technique is much, but inspiration is even more. — Benjamin Cardozo

Christ is to the souls of men what the sun is to the world. He is the center and source of all spiritual light, warmth, life, health, growth, beauty, and fertility. Like the sun, He shines for the common benefit of all mankind
for high and for low, for rich and for poor, for Jew and for Greek. Like the sun, He is free to all. All may look at Him, and drink health out of His light. If millions of mankind were mad enough to dwell in caves underground, or to bandage their eyes, their darkness would be their own fault, and not the fault of the sun. So, likewise, if millions of men and women love spiritual "darkness rather than light," the blame must be laid on their blind hearts, and not on Christ. "Their foolish hearts are darkened." (John 3:19; Romans 1:21.) But whether men will see or not, Christ is the true sun, and the light of the world. There is no light for sinners except in the Lord Jesus. — J.C. Ryle

I don't know how anyone can appreciate devotion that slavish. It's not objective. I have a similar issue with religion. — Max Barry

Last time I was recording, I was trying to loop on the computer, but it's really difficult because it's really different from looping on hardware. — Julia Kent

I thought of my father, alone and elsewhere, his head cradled in his hands. I thought of the day he'd punched a hole straight through the kitchen wall, thinking she'd be tucked away inside. All those places he'd looked and never found. Inside their mattress. In stained-glass windows. How he'd scoured the carpet for her stray hair and strung them all together with a ribbon; how he'd slept with that one lock swathed across his nostrils, hugging a pillow fitted with a nightshirt. How he'd dug up the backyard, stripped and sweating. How he'd played her favorite album on repeat and loud, a lure. How when we took up the carpet in my bedroom to find her, under the carpet was wood. Under the wood there was cracked concrete. Under the concrete there was dirt. Under the dirt there was a cavity of water. I swam down into the water with my nose clenched and lungs burning in my chest but I could not find the bottom and I couldn't see a thing. — Blake Butler

All gardeners live in beautiful places because they make them so. — Joseph Joubert

My heart was beating in my stomach by the time he'd made his way past the welcome mat. His green eyes, intrigued by my fear, which I knew was clearly visible by now. — Victoria Leader

Music is important for one's health. — Gabriel Garcia Marquez

Weezer isn't stuck in roles, so we just do what we want to do, what makes us excited. — Rivers Cuomo