Consigned By Design Quotes & Sayings

I don't hit it very far; I don't overpower a golf course, but I think I'm a pretty decent putter. At Augusta National, putting is premium. — Zach Johnson

Sure! A relationship with the Almighty is not impossible. We must realize that one's approach to the Presence of Almighty Being, who is absolutely unseen, is possible by means of fortification of spiritual power via one's complete faith in His Self-reliant Being. — Muhammad Atta-ullah Faizani

When death is imminent and dying patients find their suffering unbearable, then the physician's role should shift from healing to relieving suffering in accord with the patient's wishes. — Marcia Angell

If you're a person of faith that is conservative, that's pro-life, as I am, that believes strongly in traditional family values, as I do ... then how we talk about them matters. — Kevin Cramer

I'm tired of hearing it said that democracy doesn't work. Of course it doesn't work. We are supposed to work it. — Alexander Woollcott

The cold feel of the leather...
Peeking at the world from my other eye...
It was strangely exciting... — Sui Ishida

Merlin's "Merlin" outfit. — Shanna Swendson

Retire? Retire from What? Life? I will only retire when I am dead! — Alfred Eisenstaedt

Theatre is the principal job of an actor. An actor's job is to tell a story to someone in a room. TV and film can be great and I really love doing it, but it is a different way of telling a story. — Sylvester McCoy

Most of the people in my family were pretty funny. Everyone had a good sense of humor. I came to California right after college, wanting to be a musician. — Andy Kindler

You're an idiot, Maxon Schreave. Your parents have completely sabotaged you. You could have a thousand girls set before you, and it wouldn't matter. You're too stupid to see love when it stands right in front of you. — Kiera Cass

It's not can you, it's will you — Tony Robbins

Is it courage in a dying man to go, in weakness and in agony, to affront an almighty and eternal God? — Blaise Pascal

Fiction is founded on truth ... unless things did happen,people couldn't think of them. — Agatha Christie

As Ian popped the lock and opened the car door, he turned to Phoebe. "Can you do me a favour?"
She immediately stepped toward him, fully embracing their new mature relationship. "Of course."
Ian looked pointedly over his own shoulder and said, "Tell me the truth. Does this car make my glowing ass look fat?"
She'd naturally followed the direction of his gaze, but now she looked up, hard, into his eyes. And she smiled back at him despite herself. She even laughed. "You're an idiot."
"When things get too serious, I get a rash."
She pointedly looked back down at his nether regions, despite the fact doing so made her blush. Still, she spoke coolly, dryly. "Not on your ass."
If Ian believed in love, that would've been it for him. Instantly. Enthrallingly. Eternally. Instead, he just laughed. "Thank God for that. See if there's anything remotely clothinglike in the backseat or the trunk. — Suzanne Brockmann