Fladstrand Quotes & Sayings

I'm not the average artist. — DMX

I am more one for the story, I think, than the action. — Sara Sheridan

The moment that our real "issues" are exposed is simply when two people have the opportunity to go deeper, to explore further, to heal faster, to communicate more sincerely, to be more honest, and to love more truly. — Marianne Williamson

If our tears do not lead us to act then we have lost the reason of our humanity, which is compassion. — Dalai Lama

The consciousness of the supreme Purusha remains above, but in the mind there may be a Purusha consciousness which they call the cosmic consciousness - it is wide, all-pervading, one. Outside this goes on the play of Prakriti. — Sri Aurobindo

I hammered him with my fists. He just stood and took it. He didn't suffer graciously, he looked pissed off to no end. But he let me hit him. And he didn't hit me back. — Karen Marie Moning

Mis'ry'n'barrassment are hungersome for blame — David Mitchell

I believe very strongly that staying in is the right answer for Britain. And I haven't pulled my punches, I've fought this campaign the only way I know how, which is to lead from the front, to be clear about what I believe, to be clear about what the consequences are. — David Cameron

The mission that Jesus invites us to participate in is primarily a relational one in nature. Our ability to sustain our relationship in a meaningful way will have a direct impact on our missional fruitfulness. — Gary Rohrmayer

The gate, probably built to accommodate an elephant procession, opens slowly and reveals an abandoned city dreamed up by a doomed king. — Mohammed Hanif

The pictures are bound to mutilate the words. Those words weren't meant to have pictures with them! — Kurt Vonnegut

My best skill was that I was coachable. I was a sponge and aggressive to learn. — Michael Jordan

Three years earlier her father had been buried (irritable and impatient as he always had been) in the Fladstrand Church cemetery that bordered the lovely park, Plantagen, which shared with the cemetery its trees, shared its beech and ash and maple, in the same plot where her mother, wide eyed and confused, had lain down almost willingly two years before, where her brother had lain for thirty-five years, dazed and unwillingly after too short a life.
A dove was looking down from atop the family gravestone. It was made from metal so it could not fly away, but sometimes it went missing all the same and only a spike would remain. Someone had taken that dove, someone out there maybe had an entire collection of doves and angels and other small, Christian bronze sculptures in a cupboard at home and on long evenings would close the curtains and take them out and run his fingers gently over the smooth, cold bodies. — Per Petterson

The standards to get in are very high. We don't want to lower those standards. — Hugh Shelton