Jack Bauerle Quotes & Sayings

Sorry is a question that begs forgiveness, because the metronome of a good heart won't settle until things are set right and true. — Craig Silvey

One of the Christian's biggest fears is appearing 'too Christian'. God forbid, because that's often characterized as god-awful! We want to be one, but without being 'one of them'. — Criss Jami

One becomes gradually accustomed to poison. — Victor Hugo

The chief glory of a woman is not to be talked of, said Pericles, himself a much-talked-of-man. — Virginia Woolf

I don't have any particular beef with Barbara Boxer. My beef is with the official Democratic doctrine that anybody who reaches Boxer's position has to spout and has to endorse. — Mickey Kaus

Walk through pain, face it, lay down in it and rest. Get up and walk again, repeat until you reach the end. — Juls Amor

She was tired hugging pillows, counting on blankets for warmth, and reliving romantic moments only in her dreams. She was tired of hoping that everyday would hurry so she could get on to the next. Hoping that it would be a better day, an easier day. But it never was. — Cecilia Ahern

I feel so fortunate. I was brought up along the beaches in Southern California, and then got to have horses. — Bo Derek

Understanding created by the intellect cannot be acquired by means of the occult, only by the aid of the zodiac, bringing forth that small flame by whose light part of the future may be discerned. — Nostradamus

Wretched are those who are vindictive and spiteful. — Pope Francis

In some churches and religious television programs, we see an effort to make Christianity popular and always positive. This may be a comfortable cushion for those who find the hard facts too difficult. — Billy Graham

The upbeat DHS report was some kind of high-water mark for government gall - a tough record to beat. After sitting back and watching the Cabal do all the work, and nearly succeed, Uncle Sam finally found a role for himself: proclaim victory and then stick a flag in it! — Mark Bowden

I stood there feeling the lightness of my bones, knowing now this was not only lack of sleep that had transformed my bones into feathers, but my body's recognition that soon I would be leaving this place I had inhabited for one year, this place made entirely of grief. — Anne Spollen