Croson Drawing Quotes & Sayings

Even as the angry vengeful thoughts boiled through me, I saw the sin of them. Jesus Christ had died for this man; was I going to ask for more? Lord Jesus, I prayed, forgive me and help me to forgive him ... Jesus, I cannot forgive him. Give me your forgiveness ... And so I discovered that it is not on our forgiveness any more than on our goodness that the world's healing hinges, but on His. When He tells us to love our enemies, He gives along with the command, the love itself. — Corrie Ten Boom

Death can be experienced once, winning maybe more, but losing can happen all the time. — Ron Howard

What's that got to do with anything? — Umberto Eco

A person who wants a pure and simple life can start a war within themselves and with society — Lisa C. Miller

Beware the fictionist writing his own life. Even candor becomes a strategy. — Wilfrid Sheed

No man is the wiser for his learning — John Selden

Then God's a bigger poofter than Sweet Willie. "You might be right" said Justine. "He certainly isn't too fond of women, anyway. Second-class, that's us, way back in the Upper Circle. Front Stalls and the Mezzanine, strictly male. — Colleen McCullough

I write to try to understand, and because I have nothing better to do. — Jose Saramago

So called "composition" becomes a personal thing, to be developed along with technique, as a personal way of seeing. — Edward Weston

The mind delights in making connections. — Nicholas Boothman

I think we're all a little afraid of the dark. If you lived in the country, as I did, there's nothing quite like country dark, which was really black. And as a child, your imagination runs wild. — Malcolm McDowell

The sea has receded!' cried Stephen. 'I am amazed.' 'They tell me it does so twice a day in these parts,' said Jack. 'It is technically known as the tide. — Patrick O'Brian

I'm rich. Who the hell wants to be happy? — Raymond Chandler

This is one of the consequences of the civil war. People stopped trusting each other, and every stranger became an enemy. Even people who knew you became extremely careful about how they related or spoke to you. (page 37) — Ishmael Beah

Are you some sort of pervert?"
The grey eyes turn from terrified to indignant. "Do you mind keeping your voice down, I have a perfectly innocent explanation." He unravels himself and straightens up, towering over us like some freshly escaped genie. — Susan Lodge