Del Collector Quotes & Sayings

At the end of the day, only what we do for Christ will last. Appreciate each day, one another, and the vessels God may use to acknowledge our individual and collective skillsets and let's always remember the importance of planting seeds in our own lives, i.e., investing in ourselves and our spiritual purpose. If we can achieve this, we will be able to reflect on the journey and see the legacy we have built for our loved ones and the blessings we have sewn for God's glory. — Lorna Jackie Wilson

Good maxims are the germs of all excellence. — Joseph Joubert

Lauricia or Aurelia? — Alyson Noel

People have to really suffer before they can risk doing what they love. — Chuck Palahniuk

If you don't love yourself, you can't love anybody else. And I think as women we really forget that. — Jennifer Lopez

Standing on the bridge, looking across at that empty city, everything in the compass of my gaze had been set there by a human hand. Somehow those pylons had been strung with wire, and those towers raised, and roofs tiled. There had been food and drink for millions of mouths. I don't cry easy, but my vision blurred as I stared on the ruins of what we had been, and I watched the small band of men in rags move toward it to pick at it like birds on the carcass of some giant. — Marcel Theroux

Don't argue about the difficulties. The difficulties will argue for themselves. — Winston Churchill

I think that whatever nationality you are, you should be treated equally, otherwise you don't have equality. — Philip Vera Cruz

[There] is no class so dangerous as the idle educated. — Anthony Daniels

I took Advanced PowerPoint last semester. You guys are always misunderestimating me. I'm totally ready to handle the big stuff. — Libba Bray

He studied the nail-formation, and prodded the finger-tips, now sharply, and again softly, gauging the nerve-sensations produced. It fascinated him, and he grew suddenly fond of this subtle flesh of his that worked so beautifully and smoothly and delicately. Then he would cast a glance of fear at the wolf-circle drawn expectantly about him, and like a blow the realization would strike him that this wonderful body of his, this living flesh, was no more than so much meat... — Jack London