Gerrards Quotes & Sayings

We understood that politics is nothing but war without bloodshed and war is nothing but politics with bloodshed. — Fred Hampton

Let a man choose what condition he will, and let him accumulate around him all the goods and gratifications seemingly calculated to make him happy in it; if that man is left at any time without occupation or amusement, and reflects on what he is, the meagre, languid felicity of his present lot will not bear him up. He will turn necessarily to gloomy anticipations of the future; and unless his occupation calls him out of himself, he is inevitably wretched. — Blaise Pascal

Once people learned how to believe in something, that skill started spilling over to other parts of their lives, until they started believing they could change. Belief was the ingredient that made a reworked habit loop into a permanent behavior. — Charles Duhigg

By all means read the Puritans, they are worth more than all the modern stuff put together. — Charles Haddon Spurgeon

I don't really want to leave anything in life behind. We have bad experiences, we have difficult experiences, but if you leave everything behind, you have no past. — Joshua Oppenheimer

You just got to out there and flow, like Bruce Lee said, you got to be like water. — Cub Swanson

I firmly believe people have hitherto been a great deal too much taken up about doctrine and far too little about practice. The word "doctrine," as used in the Bible, means teaching of duty, not theory. — George MacDonald

Even small waves make it to shore. Use the potential you have through intention and action and enjoy your journey. — Tony Curl

If you continue to dig the same hole in the same place in your life, eventually you will be standing in a grave. — Shannon L. Alder

Shouldn't you have a license for being that ugly? — Russell Lynes

Man is always the master, even in his weaker and most abandoned state; but in his weakness and degradation he is the foolish master who misgoverns his "household. — James Allen

We drove on in silence, Dad shaking his head in disgust every few minutes. I stared at him, wondering how it was we got to this place. How the same man who held his infant daughter and kissed her tiny face could one day be so determined to shut her out of his life, out of his heart. How, even when she reacyhed out to him in distress - Please, Dad, come get me, come save me - all he could do was accuse her. How that same daughter could look at him and feel nothing but contempt and blame and resentment, because that's all that radiated off of him for so many years and it had become contagious. — Jennifer Brown

But it is not reason that governs love. — Moliere