Infelicita Quotes & Sayings

Chess is ruthless: you've got to be prepared to kill people. — Nigel Short

My show is constantly evolving ... new tricks are added, old ones are dropped ... so it stays fresh. But it's the randomly selected participants from the audience that make it fresh and provide some of the best comic relief. — David Copperfield

Don't get impatient with others. Remember how God dealt with you - with patience and with gentleness. But never water down the truth of God. Let it have its way and never apologize for it. Jesus said, "Go ... and make disciples ... " (Matthew 28:19), not, "Make converts to your own thoughts and opinions. — Oswald Chambers

Sometimes we know people who are
too wonderful for words. I am not one of them.
Or you, for that matter, as you well know. — Michael Hogan

Contemplative simplicity isn't a matter of circumstances; it's a matter of focus. — Ann Voskamp

Life is a peephole, a single tiny entry onto a vastness
how can I not dwell on this brief, cramped view of things? This peephole is all I've got! — Yann Martel

Churches we build only by our own efforts and not in the strength of the Spirit will quickly collapse when we don't push and prod people along. — Francis Chan

Do this work until you feel the delight of it. — Anonymous

If somebody comes up to me, it's because they're moved by something I'm moved by. I've never taken a job I didn't love ... So when somebody's coming up to me, or they're writing, they're in the same space I am in. — Joss Whedon

Elvis ate America before America ate him. — Passenger

You start to think bigger when you see how quickly a TV show can catch on in a whole country. That confidence, and thinking big, opened a lot of doors. — Andrew Shue

I'm not sure I deserve you. — J. Lynn

The earl narrowed his eyes as he hopped off his bay gelding and surveyed the deep green expanse of lawn surrounding the ancestral home. The graceful house, built atop and around an ancient abbey, wore its centuries of accretion with aplomb, as if it had always perched atop this
gentle slope. In the slanting late afternoon sun, the fading red-brick walls glowed. "My God, I hate the country," he said. — Jenny Holiday