F 22 Engine Quotes & Sayings

Never accept your limitations - because there are NO limitations. — Felix Baumgartner

Just because your down does not mean you have to be out. As long as you have a voice left~Use it to speak out against all Abuse,Violence & Injustice! — Timothy Pina

I have great faith in optimism as a guiding principle, if only because it offers us the opportunity of creating a self-fulfilling prophecy. — Arthur C. Clarke

He may actually have been existing in the past and approximating a conceivable future, which brought even the assumption of his immediate perceptions as being in the present into doubt. And thus, he couldn't - beyond a hint of skepticism - say that he truly existed right now and in this moment, but instead it seemed more rational to assume that he simply existed and nothing more. — Ashim Shanker

Look - I understand that an unexamined life is not worth living, but do you think I could someday have an unexamined lunch? — Elizabeth Gilbert

Eve was blamed for the fall of man, and in return all women to come were to inheret her karmic responsibility for the so-called "fall of man". Their punishment was to experience pain in childbirth, and never be trusted by man or God again. — Frederick Lenz

We have not been men of prayer. The spirit of prayer has slumbered among us. The closet has been too little frequented and delighted in. We have allowed business, study or active labor to interfere with our closet-hours. And the feverish atmosphere in which both the church and the nation are enveloped has found its way into our prayer closets ... — Bonar Law

To yield is grievous, but the obstinate soul
That fights with Fate, is smitten grievously. — Sophocles

I love Fayetteville. I like hills and vistas and hardworking people and fighting snow in winter and chiggers in the summer. — Ellen Gilchrist

I'm just remembering myself at 22 or 23. I was all engine and no steering. (Laughter) I had the wheels but I had no steering. I do think it's true that when you're younger, you're more likely to listen to all the naysayers, and people are always telling you how you ought to behave and what kind of job you should get and how you should look. — Anna Quindlen

Stories to read are delitabill (delightful)
Suppose that they be nocht but fable (fiction)
Then should stories that suthfast were (truthful)
- And they were said in good manner -
Have double pleasure in hearing.
The first pleasance is the carping (reading aloud)
And the tothir the suthfastness
That shows the thing richt as it was; — John Barbour

When you are not practicing, remember somewhere someone is practicing, and when you meet him, he will win. — Peter Bergman

We are conscious that religions cannot solve the economic, political and social problems of this earth. — Hans Kung

And here it is that the teaching is needed: If you would enter into full fellowship with Christ in His death,and know the full deliverance from self, humble yourself. This is your duty. Place yourself before God in your helplessness; consent to the fact that you are powerless to slay yourself; give yourself in patient and trustful surrender to God. Accept every humiliation; look upon every person who tries or troubles you as a means of grace to humble you. God will see such acceptance as proof that your whole heart desires it. It is the path of humility that leads to the full and perfect experience of our death with Christ. Beware of the mistake so many make. They have so many qualifications and limitations, so many thoughts and questions as to what true humility is to be and to do that they never unreservedly yield themselves to it. Humble yourself unto death. It is in the death to self that humility is perfected. — Andrew Murray

Tell the truth. Say what is happening. Allow what is, and allow it to be known. Bring your children up in a home that is clean and clear and honest. There is no greater legacy you can give them. — Vimala McClure

A huge fireplace and Dutch oven of fieldstone filled one wall. Over them hung a long muzzle-loading rifle, powder horn, and bullet pouch. On the mantel were candle molds, a coffee mill, an iron and trivet, and a rusty kettle. An iron cauldron, big enough to boil a missionary in, swung at the end of a long arm in the fireplace, and below it, like so many black offspring, were a cluster of small pots. A wooden butter churn held the door open, and clusters of Indian corn hung from the molding at aesthetic intervals. A colonial scythe stood in one corner, and two Boston rockers on a hooked rug faced the cold fireplace, where the unwatched pot never boiled. Paul — Kurt Vonnegut Jr.