Drainless Portable Air Quotes & Sayings

Leave a man to his own sins, and hell itself surrounds him; only suffer a sinner to do what he wills, and to give his lusts unbridled headway, and you have secured him boundless misery; only allow the seething caldron of his corruptions to boil at its own pleasure, and the man must inevitably become a vessel filled with sorrow. — Charles Haddon Spurgeon

He was going to miss her when she died. — Noelle Adams

I realized that no one ever really dies. We always live on. I had experienced a God as real and tangible as we are. He knows our every heartache, yet allows us to experience and endure them for our growth. His is the highest form of love; He allows us to become what we will. He watches as we create who we are. He allows us to experience life in a way that makes us more like Him, divine creators of our own destiny. — Jeff Olsen

I don't think as big and as creative as Joss. — Julie Benz

It's only when the tide goes out that you learn who's been swimming naked. — Warren Buffett

If we fail to meet the challenge of either Soviet or Western imperialism, then no amount of foreign aid, no aggrandizement of armaments, no new pacts or doctrines or high-level conferences can prevent further setbacks to our course and to our security. — John F. Kennedy

Attach yourself to those who advise you rather than praise you. — Nicolas Boileau-Despreaux

A strategic board has a view of looking ahead, an insight to look deeper, and competency to look beyond. — Pearl Zhu

All of us have secrets in our lives. We're keepers or keptfrom, players or played. Secrets and cockroaches - that's what will be left at the end of it all. — Maggie Stiefvater

Sometimes ripping away the bandages was what allowed the soul to finally heal. — Seanan McGuire

Longevity-and sanity. Eccentric old ladies on Harleys I can deal with. — Alison Larkin

Maybe that's why the good Lord gave us these vivid memory capabilities. When stress hits, we can just close our eyes, lean back and relax, and enjoy a game of Tidly-Winks, the sound of a Pete Rose baseball card in the spokes of our bike, or maybe a nice slice of watermelon - with a sprinkle of salt. — Michael Buffalo Smith