Dively Surplus Quotes & Sayings

Fine art refers to an accomplished or advanced skill being used to testify and reveal the knowledge, ability, and wisdom of the creator.
There is no art more exquisite than the work of the Master Artist Himself. Even those who choose to deny Him credit for His own creation are often engaged as an admirer of His work. Refusing to acknowledge the Source will never minimize His glory or extinguish the truth.
With God's loving guidance our life can be a great masterpiece filled with beauty, adventure, hope and purpose. — Traci Lea LaRussa

Keep doing the right. God is building character in you, and you are passing that test. Remember, the greater the struggle, the greater the reward. — Joel Osteen

My only goal as a comedian was to stomp the life out of the model-minority myth. — Eddie Huang

The miracle is the adverbs. The way things are done. — Daniel Handler

We need empathy to give empathy. — Marshall B. Rosenberg

I'm quite surprised at how out of control I can be on stage because, actually, I find I like to be in control in life. It's quite freeing, really. — Michelle Dockery

I've had to learn kind of sense when the questions would be coming and be ready to handle them. There's a lot of education and reiteration that happens on these online channels and sometimes it's tempting to just say, "Well, just go and read the documentation," but you know, people appreciate being led along and taught and mentored. — Larry Wall

The river is now. This moment. This breath between us. The space between your heartbeats. The moment before you blink. The instant a thought flashes through your mind. It is everything that is around us. Life. Energy. Flowing, endlessly flowing, carrying you from then ... to now ... to tomorrow. Listen: you can hear the music of it. Of the passage of time. — Lisa Mangum

He imagined her upstairs in her room, lying in bed with her hair spread across the pillow, that nightgown with the pearl buttons down the front tangled around her legs, nothing beneath the delicate fabric but her softness and warmth. Desire pulsed through his body, hungry and hot and needy.
It was unbearable to want her with such intensity, unthinkable to need her with such desperate longing, dangerous to believe that she could somehow keep the demons away. He did not want to need her, for in need, there was dependence. He could not trust, for in trust, there was betrayal. Better never to see heaven at all than to catch a glimpse of it, grab for it, and lose it.
He went to his room. He slept with his demons, and he woke alone. — Laura Lee Guhrke