Ederie Quotes & Sayings

We came to this earth to labour and work for increase, which would lead to possession. — Sunday Adelaja

Sheep with a nasty side. — Cyril Connolly

I breathe, I sleep, I eat music. Music is what I wanted to do. — Sean Kingston

There is nothing more important than being a man, just a plain, ordinary, human man. I know you think Spartacus is something more than a man. He isn't. If he were, then he wouldn't be any good at all.
There is no great mystery about Spartacus. — Howard Fast

There's a pattern in these Commandments of setting things apart so their holiness will be perceived. Every day is holy, but the Sabbath is set apart so that the holiness of time can be experienced. Every human being is worthy of honor, but the conscious discipline of honor is learned from this setting apart of Mother and Father. — Marilynne Robinson

The story of Ivan Ilyich life was of the simplest, most ordinary and therefore most terrible. Tolstoy defines living an ordinary life as terrible - I really do have to agree! — Leo Tolstoy

The most important thing about motivation is goal setting. You should always have a goal. — Francie Larrieu Smith

Little dogs start the Hare, the great get her. — George Herbert

God has received us into His family, He is the possessor of everything — Sunday Adelaja

I well recall my horror when I heard for the first time, of a journalist who had laid in a pair of what were then called bicycle pants and taken to golf; it was as if I had encountered a studhorse with his hair done up in frizzes, and pink bowknots peeking out of them. It seemed, in some vague way, ignominious, and even a bit indelicate. — H.L. Mencken

What I love about 'Mockingjay, Part 1' is that President Coin or Cressida could have easily been played by a man, and if you look at 'Interstellar,' the Anne Hathaway or Jessica Chastain roles would have been men years ago. — Natalie Dormer

I've actually felt sad for myself, picturing my slim, naked, pale body, floating just beneath the current, a colony of snails attached to one bare leg, my hair trailing like seaweed until I reach the ocean and drift down down down to the bottom, my waterlogged flesh peeling off in soft streaks, me slowly disappearing into the current like a watercolor until just the bones are left. — Gillian Flynn