Kostucha Quotes & Sayings

81 When a Divine promise is made, God's solely under oath and obligation to take care of any of His promises. ( This Message by Brother William Marrion Branham called Believing God was delivered on Sunday, 24th February 1952 at the Branham Tabernacle in Jeffersonville, Indiana, U.S.A. - The sermon, number 52-0224, is 1 hour and 31 minutes. - See Paragraph 81 ). — William Marrion Branham

I'm boasting in God's Word, because I've found out His Word works. — Chris Oyakhilome

This digital world is what you make of it in the end. — Ciara

A weak man's always in a hurry to punish somebody, so he can show how tough he is. — Robert Ferrigno

Whenever anything nice happens in the world I always expect something appalling to happen immediately afterwards. — Charlie Brooker

If you vote for Barack Obama in 2012, you'll be doing exactly what the Republicans want you to do. — Michel Templet

If a child in its first thousand days - from conception to two years old - does not have adequate nutrition, the damage is irreversible. — Josette Sheeran

Unmentioned, what is can become as though it were not. — Aldous Huxley

None of us know what is going to sell or what people want to read. — Denise Mina

Like the one-tenth of our brain that we currently use, I think now that most if not all of us have access to about one-tenth of our possible feelings. — Sonia Johnson

Gemma Davidson," she answered, her voice as groggy as I felt.
"Where are you?" I asked.
"Who is this?"
"Elvis."
"What time is it?"
"Hammer time?"
"Charley."
"Did you text me? Did your car break down?"
"No and no. Why are you doing this to me?" She was funny.
"Check your cell."
I heard a loud, sleepy sigh, some rustling of sheets, then, "It won't come on."
"Not at all?"
"No. What did you do to it?"
"I ate it for breakfast. Check the battery compartment."
"Where the hell is that?"
"Um, behind the battery door."
"Are you punking me?" I heard her fumbling with the phone.
"Gem, if I was going to punk you, I wouldn't simply turn off your phone. I would pour honey in your hair while you slept. Or, you know, something like that."
"That was you?" she asked, appalled. — Darynda Jones