Buzzle Inspirational Quotes & Sayings

If there was no Bible, it would be no matter whether you could read or not. Reading other books would do you no good. — Jupiter Hammon

She told me that she meant to be grateful for all things. I stared and repeated, "I am". She knows me well enough to know that I just wasn't getting it, and I know she somehow knew that I needed to hear this. So, very patiently she said, "I mean everything, the good, the bad, your thoughts, your moods, mean people, all of it". — Rhiannon Smith

a cloud of black-and-orange butterflies for the Mullendores. — George R R Martin

I want to undress you, vulgarize you a bit. — Henry Miller

We rode to the airport hand in hand, and I giggled as I watched Travis stare at his wedding band without apology. His eyes held the peaceful expression I was becoming accustomed to.

"When we get back to the apartment, I think it will finally hit me, and I'll quit acting like such a jackass."
"Promise?" I smiled.
He kissed my hand and then cradled it in his lap between his palms. "No."
I laughed, resting my head on his shoulder. — Jamie McGuire

Parisian cousins nobody has heard from in decades now write letters begging for capons, hams, hens. The dentist is selling wine through the mail. — Anthony Doerr

At seven, I didn't insist on my version of the world. — Eileen Favorite

We tend to believe that God's commands are given to us merely for our own sake. But this is not true. As those created in the image of God, our very nature as image bearers explains the reasons behind God's commands. — Gerald Hiestand

The idea began to sink in, more than it ever had, that I might be crazy, in the traditional sense of the word. That I might be, forever and ever amen, a Crazy Person. That's what we'd suspected all along, what I'd been working so hard to disprove, what might be true. I preferred, by far, being dead. — Marya Hornbacher

No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear. I am not afraid, but the sensation is like being afraid. The same fluttering in the stomach, the same restlessness, the yawning. I keep on swallowing.
At other times it feels like being mildly drunk, or concussed. There is a sort of invisible blanket between the world and me. I find it hard to take in what anyone says. Or perhaps, hard to want to take it in. It is so uninteresting. Yet I want the others to be about me. I dread the moments when the house is empty. If only they would talk to one another and not to me. — C.S. Lewis