Cutsy Quotes & Sayings

I would, quite often, like to be grownup, wise, and sophisticated. But these gifts are not mine. — Madeleine L'Engle

The apostle Paul labored more abundantly than all the apostles; yet it was not he but the grace of God that was with him. By the grace of God he was what he was (1 Cor. 15:10). He fulfilled God's purpose in his ministry by enjoying the Lord's sufficient grace (2 Cor. 12:9). Paul surely was drinking of the divine udder to receive the sufficient supply of grace. He did not exercise his natural strength to produce Ishmaels but enjoyed the rich supply of the sufficient grace to bring forth many Isaacs. He lived and worked in the way of "no longer I who live, but Christ" (Gal. 2:20). The real changing of a name is the change from I to Christ - El-Shaddai, the all-sufficient grace Supplier. Only Christ, not I, can fulfill God's purpose. — Witness Lee

He sailed through the world guided only by the dim lights of impulse and habit, confident that his course would throw up no obstacles so large that they could not be plowed over with sheer force of momentum. — Donna Tartt

Very good. But your most insidious chronic problem is in the area of . . . how shall I put this precisely . . . subordination. You argue too much." "No, I don't," Miles began indignantly, then shut his mouth. — Lois McMaster Bujold

I'm not a party person. I'm a nerd. I'm not an extrovert in that way at all. The things I enjoy doing could be boring to somebody else. — Andie MacDowell

Don't you hate it when ... your suitcase is the last one off the airplane? — Andy Rooney

Some people even think I wear a wig. Do they think I went into a salon one day and said, Can you please screw this up really bad? — Carrot Top

Human rights is the fruit of various civilizations. — Shirin Ebadi

Standing before him, the blight of idyllic thought and aspiration--rotting souls reproducing like fleas. — Glen R. Krisch

I hear Seven Cities natives grow fruit just so they can eat the larvae in them. — Steven Erikson

If there's one thing I hate, it's not you.
It's me. — Pleasefindthis