Jetpack Admin Quotes & Sayings

Life in the Kingdom of God is accepting and knowing Jesus Christ, it is studying and applying
His teachings to your life. — Sunday Adelaja

Poetry's object is truth ... — Christine De Pizan

All our final decisions are made in a state of mind that is not going to last. — Marcel Proust

Sustainability is contingent on the power of creative thinking. — Gerri Russell

Only a psychological freak could approach a 100-mph fastball aimed not all that far from his head with total confidence. "Lenny — Michael Lewis

A good thing to do when one is sitting, eating, and resting is to have a conversation. — Lemony Snicket

You see, I'd not a very good place here; the fellows looked on me as a sort of special object of ridicule, on account of the hat and cane, walk, and so on, though I thought I'd got over that by this time. — Richard H. Davis

It offended him both as a lawyer and as a lover of the sane and customary sides of life, to whom the fanciful was the immodest. — Robert Louis Stevenson

All children are precious in the eyes of God. If we want to better humanity ... we must try and better the lives of all of it's children first. — Timothy Pina

The things I could teach her ... if she could survive them. — Karen Marie Moning

Too many read a chapter or two in the Bible, then for lack of interest put it down for weeks at a time and never look at it. Bernard compares the study of the Word and the mere reading of it to the difference between a close friendship and a casual acquaintance. If you want genuine knowledge, he says, you will have to do more than greet the Word politely on Sundays or nod reverently when you chance to meet it on the street. You must walk with it and talk with it every day of the week. You must invite it into your private chambers, and forego other pleasures and worldly duties to spent time in its company. — William Gurnall

I turn my head a little. The radio's caroling "Tonight," velvety smooth and young and filled with plaintive desire. Maria's song from West Side Story. I remember one beautiful night long ago at the Winter Garden, with a beautiful someone beside me. I tilt my nose and breathe in, and I can still smell her perfume, the ghost of her perfume from long ago. But where is she now, where did she go, and what did I do with her?
Our paths ran along so close together they were almost like one, the one they were eventually going to be. Thin fear came along, fear entered into it somehow, and split them wide apart.
Fear bred anxiety to justify. Anxiety to justify bred anger. The phone calls that wouldn't be answered, the door rings that wouldn't be opened. Anger bred sudden calamity.
Now there aren't two paths anymore; there's only one, only mine. Running downhill into the ground, running downhill into its doom.
("New York Blues") — Cornell Woolrich

Kill the boy, Jon Snow. Winter is almost upon us. Kill the boy and let the man be born. — George R R Martin