Hackworth Valve Quotes & Sayings

A Christian minister is a person who in a peculiar sense is not his own; he is the servant of God, and therefore ought to be wholly devoted to Him. — William Carey

I know I messed up but I'm here for real now. We're going to do this and I promise I'll take care of you as best I can. You're going to have to be patient with me because I'm flying blind. — Jay Crownover

The taste of chalk. The sun lays its copper thumbs on my eyelids. The radio plays the monologue of a dog. What is the formula for tomorrow? — Warren Heiti

The abolition of bourgeois individuality, bourgeois independence, and bourgeois freedom is undoubtedly aimed at. — Karl Marx

Fire and swords are slow engines of destruction, compared to the tongue of a Gossip. — Richard Steele

This person had arrived, he had illuminated her, he had ensorcelled her with notions of miracle and beauty, he had both understood and misunderstood her, he had married her, he had broken her heart, he had looked upon her with those sad and hopeless eyes, he had accepted his banishment, and now he was gone. What a stark and stunning thing was life- that such a cataclysm can enter and depart so quickly, and leave such wreckage behind! — Elizabeth Gilbert

I believe that everyone, some time or other, dreams that he is reading papers, books, or letters; in which case the invention prompts so readily that the mind is imposed upon, and mistakes its own suggestions for the composition of another. — Joseph Addison

It was always easier to maintain strength for others than to face the demons inside. That's probably why Cameron, on his band's tours through so many borderline places later in life, had always made room for charity. Helping others fostered a sense of control. It made a person feel that some day, he might find the strength to help himself. — Johnny B. Truant

I think of the inner voice as a compass or as a wayshower to guide our path. — Echo Bodine

It's a reminder that it's not my offerings that delight God, but my joyful acceptance of His love that brings Him pleasure (see Hos. 6:6). — Suzanne Eller

Ephemerals: That's what Hub called them; flowers that bloomed and died in a matter of weeks, before the trees leafed out and shaded them. She liked the way the word sounded in her head. I am an ephemeral. It made her feel like something passing and precious. — Pamela Todd