Grigsbys Carpet Quotes & Sayings

If you find something that gets hold of you in the Word, pass it on to somebody that very day. — E. Stanley Jones

I said: How can such an ocean be contained in a jar? He replied: "How can you even grasp the understanding of the how and the means of this? Who can come to realize the mastery of the work that has no like?!... Inside the limited, He lays the world of infinity. — Jalaluddin Rumi

I'd kill for you baby. Anyone even comes close to trying to take you away from me and I'll slit their motherfuckin' throat. You belong to me, you're mine, and right now, in this bed, I'm gonna do something else for the very first time. We both are. I'm gonna make love to you, Lilah. I'm gonna take you as mine, possess you. 'Cause there ain't no one out there...no one else who could do this to me, but you. — Tillie Cole

I can't live without books, music and wonder. — Lailah Gifty Akita

Matt and Mark (Hughes) used to pound each other on the farm as young boys. — Mike Goldberg

Sometimes words just arent enough.
Sometimes it's easier to magically lose yourself in the memories long past, the ones you so selfishly took for granted.
And sadly sometimes that's the only way to keep those people in your life- recapturing their glorious light before they fade. And inevitably their memory along with them. — Kendal Rob

Dream, think BIG live the life of your dreams. — Lucas Remmerswaal

Not a few of real Christians have been more remarkably quickened now than before, in their Christian walk. — Various

I wasn't a very good student in elementary school and had a hard time with reading and writing. — Patricia Polacco

Superstition, as indigenous to Louisiana as gators and Tabasco, holds that the spirits of the dead avenge any disruption of their bodies, which makes one wonder at the rancor released on the 1957 day when fifty-five white families re-interred their beloved in Hope Mausoleum after the Rt. Rev. Girault M. Jones, Bishop of Louisiana, deconsecrated the Girod Street Cemetery, condemning every last African American bone to anonymity in a mass grave in Providence Memorial Park. From that pogrom grew the Superdome. Thirteen acres of structural steel framing stretch up to 273 feet from the unholy ground, a towering testament to the American propensity to cheer black men into the end zones and desert them entirely six points later. — Ellen Urbani

Welcome, fellow Cahills... I am the Outcast. Sit back. I have a few things to say. — Jude Watson

I love you, asshole."
Then Gavin laughed. "Right back at you, dickhead. — Jaci Burton