Froemming Family Singers Quotes & Sayings

The sign of the new Covenant is humility, hiddenness - the sign of the mustard-seed. The Son of God comes in lowliness. Both these elements belong together: the profound continuity in the history of God's action and the radical newness of the hidden mustard-seed. — Pope Benedict XVI

The time to be political is not when you have parties and carnivals, it's kind of a show, the election. It affects something but not that much. And focusing all the attention on it is I think a mistake. — Noam Chomsky

Nobody's birthday. — Jodi Picoult

She requests that the guys sing happy birthday to her, which works for us because no one wants to attempt to sing when you have professional musicians in the room with you. — Nikki Godwin

If I'd been born a ghoul, I think I would've killed people. I just happened to be born a human. That's the only reason why I'm allowed to live a moral life. — Sui Ishida

Balance every thought with its opposition. Because the marriage of them is the destruction of illusion. — Aleister Crowley

People say I have created things. I have never created anything. I get impressions from the Universe at large and work them out, but I am only a plate on a record or a receiving apparatus - what you will. Thoughts are really impressions that we get from outside. — Larry Dossey

Everything has an educational value if you look for it. But it's the fun I want to get across. — Richard Scarry

I love the Fashion Fair Concealer Wheel. That's my little secret. It comes with three colors in it. What I like about it is that you could almost cover your whole face in it if you want because you can mix the colors to create the perfect shade that works with your skin. — Ciara

The true use of art is, first, to cultivate the artist's own spiritual nature. — George Inness

The purpose of architecture is to shelter and enhance man's life on earth and to fulfill his belief in the nobility of his existence, — Eero Saarinen

The mustiness that permeated the apartment, its whole subterranean atmosphere, was redolent of an abandoned tomb. — Jose Saramago