Jacelyn Quotes & Sayings

I've never stopped; I simply forgot that I love you. However, every time I look at you I'm reminded of how I can never stop loving you. — Hafsa Shah

But, sir, they have written me down upon the history of the country as worthy of expulsion, and in no unkindness I must tell them that for all future time my self-respect requires that I shall pass them as strangers. — Preston Brooks

Never write about martial arts..
if you've never been in a real fight. — Toba Beta

You know what else that settles then tonight. This hue and cry and controversy that has been spawned by the devil to try and bring dissention within the body of Christ that we are gods. I am a little god. — Paul Crouch

The old prose writers wrote as if they were speaking to an audience; while, among us, prose is invariably written for the eye alone. — Reinhold Niebuhr

Why is it so difficult to assemble those things that really matter in life and to dwell among them only? I am referring to certain landscapes, persons, beasts, books, rooms, meteorological conditions, fruits. — James Salter

Varys appeared not long after Lord Jacelyn had left. "Men are such faithless creatures," he said by way of greeting. Tyrion sighed. "Who's the traitor today?" The eunuch handed him a scroll. "So much villainy, it sings a sad song for our age. Did honor die with your fathers? — George R R Martin

The beautiful simplicity of our faith is that it distills down to the exact same bottom line for both the brilliant theologian and the five-year-old child: love God and love each other - period. — Richard Stearns

You realize the importance of what you have when you survive the realization of what you don't. — Jacelyn Rye

And I get up because it is the only thing I can do. — Jesmyn Ward

Rich don't work for money. They work for assets. — Robert Kiyosaki

Mind is a dark fathomless ocean, and every time I sink into it, this world fades, replaced by one far more terrible and beautiful in which I will happily drown. - New York Times Book Review — Neil Gaiman

I am moved by fancies that are curled, around these images and cling, the notion of some infinitely gentle, infinitely suffering thing. — T. S. Eliot