General Mark A Welsh Iii Quotes & Sayings

My grandmother sang, too, and she was really loud. It was this wild kind of singing. I count her among my influences. — Cassandra Wilson

Go over and over your beads, paint weird designs on your forehead, wear your hear matted, long, and ostentatious, but when deep inside you there is a loaded gun, how can you have God? — Kabir

My heart gives thanks for empty moments given to dreams, and for thoughtful people who help those dreams come true — William Braithwaite

When she awakes, she knows where she is. This place, this ancient place sears one's soul with recognition. 'Heaven' seems an inadequate word for it, but that is what it is known as. — Victoria Kahler

Leafpaw felt a tingle spread through her fur. She remembered her own conviction, back when she had been little more than a kit, that it was right for her to heal and comfort her Clanmates, and to interpret the signs of StarClan for them. Has Mothwing felt the same? Leafpaw wondered. Could she have felt the same, if she was not Clanborn? Even Yellowfang, the medicine cat before Cinderpelt, had been forestborn, though ThunderClan had not been the Clan of her birth. — Erin Hunter

People have a real love of looking at small worlds - something inside them is innately attracted to that 'miniature' realm. — John Lasseter

Smartphones are tools which fools fiddle with when they are around people that they don't have the courage, or, the intellect, to converse with. — Mokokoma Mokhonoana

I will always try to live. — Holly Bourne

We could read every book even written on prayer, but that won't make us people of prayer. We learn to pray by doing it. — K.P. Yohannan

God watches over every temptation and trial that you will ever face in your life and He will never "allow you to be tempted beyond what you are able. — Robert B. Somerville

O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up - for you the flag is flung - for you the bugle trills ... — Walt Whitman

The force of the wind is like an angry sea. It is freezing. The machine putters through the air. I am floating, the sky flowing past me, flowing through me. The only sound is the wind swishing across the wings.

I am flying. — John Owen Theobald

A seed is not an imperfect plant, and a caterpillar is not an imperfect butterfly. Each is the manifestation of a particular stage in the process of development. Similarly, while we may not have yet remembered or understood our gifts, it is not because we are imperfect, but because we have not yet matured into memory and understanding. — Robert A. Giacalone