Elsa Schraeder Quotes & Sayings

You don't walk with your feet; you walk with your courage! No courage, no walking! — Mehmet Murat Ildan

In every commercial state, notwithstanding any pretension to equal rights, the exaltation of a few must depress the many. — Adam Ferguson

preach Christ as Savior but not as Lord is to present a gospel message that is incomplete. — John F. MacArthur Jr.

It was the purest heavens in the midst of the worst hell, and I loved every minute of it, even though it was all underpinned by a lie--my lie - and I knew one day it would burn down around me. — Sierra Simone

I really feel the need to create an alternate world, a vision of what might be magical and beautiful and fantastic about being human. — Shary Boyle

To live is to be musical, starting with the blood dancing in your veins. Everything living has a rhythm. Do you feel your music? — Michael Jackson

As the evening beckons with the promise of tomorrow ... may your gratitude rise up and with strength answer, "yes." — Mary Anne Radmacher

You are what you think you are — Norman Pearl

Do You Know That By Just Saying "I WANNA DIE" Or "I WISH I COULD DIE" ... God Can Answer That Prayer???
You Will Be Cancelled In The Book Of Life And At Heaven You Will Be Dead, But You Will Just Be Walking On Earth Waiting To Go To Hell. Thats What Most People Call HELL OF A LIFE ... A Life Of Someone Who Is Not Written In The Book Of Life.
So People Stop Playing With Those Words.
And If You Once Said That, PRAY TONIGHT SO THAT GOD RE-WRITES YOU IN THE BOOK OF LIFE. — Cyc Jouzy

The Christian does not think God will love us because we are good, but that God will make us good because He loves us. — C.S. Lewis

Whether we like it or not, gender differences matter in a combat situation. — Pete Hegseth

Today, however, we have to realize that a true ecological approach always becomes a social approach; it must integrate questions of justice in debates on the environment, so as to hear both the cry of the earth and the cry of the poor. — Pope Francis

This daily headache in the opaque air of this tombal jail is disturbing, but I must persevere. Have written more than a hundred pages and not got anywhere yet. My Calender is getting confused. That must have been around August 15, 1947. Don't think I can go on. Heart, head
everything. Lolita, Lolita, Lolita, Lolita, Lolita, Lolita, Lolita, Lolita, Lolita. Repeat til page is full, printer. — Vladimir Nabokov

If someone asks me to go to speak at, say, Princeton, I might or might not go. But if someone asks me from Norman, Oklahoma, I certainly will go. — Simon Schama