Exhorters Ministry Quotes & Sayings

(Mike) Schmitty provided what the relief pitchers need most, home runs and great defense. He's the best third baseman that I ever played with, and maybe of all-time. Obvious Hall of Famer, even then. He retired while on top of his game. I thought for sure he was going to hit 600 home runs. — Steve Carlton

I live on the other side of Copernicus and Galileo; I can no longer conceive of God as sort of above the sky, looking down and keeping record books. — John Shelby Spong

Current research is showing that true leaders enjoy using their power and are comfortable with it - so comfortable, in fact, that they don't mind sharing that control when it is appropriate to do so. — Marlene Caroselli

It's not my job to produce results. But it is my job to lay my hands on the sick, the oppressed, and to preach the Gospel. — Todd Bentley

Sometimes I think that the best you can ever feel in a photo shoot is like a sexy clown. — Carrie Brownstein

If this is wrong, I don't want to be right. — Kresley Cole

I thought I was investing in myself and my brand, like Kim Kardashian. When she buys these clothes, she's investing in herself, because she is a big brand and is likable. I thought I had that potential. My ego got too big. To think I could be someone like that when I was the most hated girl ever. — Heidi Montag

The best way poor people can come out of their poverty is to get on the global highway, not on some dirt side road. — Iqbal Quadir

For a moment she lay still in the big bed, blinking sleepily, loath to move.
And then she realized that the angel's song hadn't stopped on her waking.
Silence sat up. The tantalizingly beautiful voice was coming from the half-open door to Mickey O'Connor's room. — Elizabeth Hoyt

Drink up," he says,
"being a little drunk
makes everything
a little bit
better. — Hosho McCreesh

Typically, when you sell your story rights to a movie production company, they can do whatever they want with it. The writer is typically not involved anymore. — Watt Key

In the narrow thread of sod between the shaved banks and the toppling fences grow the relics of what once was Illinois - the prairie.
No one in the bus sees these relics. A worried farmer, his fertilizer bill projecting from his shirt pocket, looks blankly at the lupines, lespedezas or Baptisias that originally pumped nitrogen out of the prairie air and into his black loamy acres. He does not distinguish them from the parvenu quack-grass in which they grow. Were I to ask him the name of that white spike of pea-like flowers hugging the fence, he would shake his head. A weed, likely. — Aldo Leopold