Chanced Anagram Quotes & Sayings

I am a New Yorker, one; I'm an artist, two; I'm a woman, three. — Laurie Anderson

It's impossible to resist the kindness of strangers. — Paula Hawkins

It was like fate was out to make me do everything I'd ever sworn I wouldn't in the course of twenty-four hours. — Stephenie Meyer

Pray patiently.
Pray purposefully.
Pray painstakingly.
Pray perfectly. — Matshona Dhliwayo

Wearing your feelings on your sleeve will end up being a chip on your shoulder. — John Paul Warren

I loved having a crew. I loved being the person who woke at six in the morning and knew where to put the camera. I loved watching the actresses cry, and to know that if you were clever and didn't do too many rehearsals, that it just came that way. — Jane Birkin

I felt the same way the world felt about Kurtis; It revolved around him. — Dee Remy

Nationalism is a type of insanity in which the boundaries of a land replace God. — Billy Collins

The investigation of causal relations between economic phenomena presents many problems of peculiar difficulty, and offers many opportunities for fallacious conclusions. Since the statistician can seldom or never make experiments for himself, he has to accept the data of daily experience, and discuss as best he can the relations of a whole group of changes; he cannot, like the physicist, narrow down the issue to the effect of one variation at a time. The problems of statistics are in this sense far more complex than the problems of physics. — Udny Yule

A day will come when the European god of the nineteenth century will be classed with the gods of Olympus and the Nile. — William Winwood Reade

The resurrection of the body means that we do not merely receive a consolation for the life we have lost but a restoration of it. We not only get the bodies and lives we had but the bodies and lives we wished for but had never before received. — Timothy Keller

It was a cold blustery day when he walked out of the courthouse for the last time. He walked down the steps and out the back door and got in his truck and sat there. He couldnt name the feeling. It was sadness but it was something else besides. And the something else besides was what had him sitting there instead of starting the truck. He'd felt like this before but not in a long time and when he said that, then he knew what it was. It was defeat. It was being beaten. More bitter to him than death. You need to get over that, he said. Then he started the truck. — Cormac McCarthy

Who knows, perhaps God is simply the search for God. — Nikos Kazantzakis