Graveline Bayou Quotes & Sayings

The church is in turmoil today. The church is not to reflect the world but to be a portrait of Jesus Christ. — Billy Graham

To Lucy it was an admirable study, the contrast between the man who threw his whole soul into a certain aim, which he pursued with a savage intensity, knowing that the end was a dreadful, lonely death; and the man who was making up his mind deliberately to gather what was beautiful in life, and to cultivate its graces as though it were a flower garden.
"And the worst of it is that it will all be the same in a hundred years," said Dick. "We shall both be forgotten long before then, you with your strenuousness, and I with my folly."
"And what conclusion do you draw from that?" asked Mrs. Crowley.
"Only that the psychological moment has arrived for a whisky and soda. — W. Somerset Maugham

I can see myself sitting all day in my chair, immersed in lives, plots, and sentences, intoxicated by words and chimeras, paralyzed by satisfaction and contentment, reading until the deepening twilight, until I can no longer make out the words, until my mind begins to wander, until my aching muscles are no longer able to keep the book aloft. Joy is the anticipation of joy. Reading a fine book for the first time is as sumptuous as the first sip of orange juice that breaks the fast in Ramadan. — Rabih Alameddine

Oh, and welcome to the Three. — Erin Hunter

Mark: When did you learn to drive? Courtney: About three seconds ago. — D.J. MacHale

I want people to say when No. 9 was out on the field, he did everything humanly possible to win a ballgame. — Steve McNair

Confidence is like a dragon where, for every head cut off, two more heads grow back. — Criss Jami

My colors are logically chosen. — Mark Kostabi

The production of souls is more important than the production of tanks ... And therefore I raise my glass to you, writers, the engineers of the human soul. — Joseph Stalin

She wished she could help David to seem more legitimate. She wished she could do something to keep everything from being so undignified. Life seemed so uselessly extravagant. — Zelda Fitzgerald