Giambertone Quotes & Sayings

Can we hush the fears that so easily and frequently beset us in our contemporary world? The answer to this question is an unequivocal yes. Three basic principles are central to receiving this blessing in our lives: (1) look to Christ, (2) build upon the foundation of Christ, and (3) press forward with faith in Christ. — David A. Bednar

Before shaking the dust from off your feet, be sure to stomp real good on their faces. — Anthony Liccione

Pain was not given thee merely to be miserable under; learn from it, turn it to account. — Thomas Carlyle

Music is your only friend.
Until the end. — Jim Morrison

After living in Smokey Hollow these three months my bearded face was darkened to a tan, and for more than a moment, I couldn't tell what color I was. Black is what I saw and what I expected to see. I grabbed a towel and rubbed to get a clear look. No, I was white. At least my skin was. I had been through so much with my family here, and all I had seen was black faces, that I forgot for a split second that I wasn't black too. For weeks after the flood in the bathroom, I remembered the morning I forgot my skin color. — Peter Jenkins

Facts do not speak. — Henri Poincare

When evil strikes and fury wakes,
Then love will face the choice it makes.
Death will free the loyal friend.
As it began, so shall it end.
Bound to the beast, you play your part--
The comfort of the aching heart. — Emily Rodda

You're never more alive than in battle."
"Never more dead after," I say. — Patrick Ness

Decisions are made by people who have time, not people who have talent. — Scott Adams

When you first get out of doing a show for a long time where you played a teenager, casting directors and producers all still look at you as being the character that you played for so long. — Danielle Fishel

To know much and taste nothing-of what use is that? — Bonaventure

No one owns you. One hundred per cent of the stock in your personal corporation belongs to you. — George Matthew Adams

Berlin is a skeleton which aches in the cold: it is my own skeleton aching. I feel in my bones the sharp ache of the frost in the girders of the overhead railway, in the iron-work of balconies, in bridges, tramlines, lamp-standards, latrines. The iron throbs and shrinks, the stone and the bricks ache dully, the plaster is numb. — Christopher Isherwood