La Prima Quotes & Sayings

Hovering near panic, trying to focus but finding it hard to open my eyes. My heart was pounding. I couldn't get enough air, and I couldn't find the desire to push her away — Kim Harrison

The true measure of loving God is to love him without measure. — Bernard Of Clairvaux

It's better to forgive one person than hate everyone that will remind you of that person. — Anthony Labson

No man is greater than his prayer life. The pastor who is not praying is playing; the people who are not praying are straying. We have many organizers, but few agonizers; many players and payers, few pray-ers; many singers, few clingers; lots of pastors, few wrestlers; many fears, few tears; much fashion, little passion; many interferers, few intercessors; many writers, but few fighters. Failing here, we fail everywhere. — Leonard Ravenhill

Mantlets. "Here come our breakfast arrows," Pyp announced — George R R Martin

Even the secularist is pressed by a sense of something more - some "fullness" that wells up within (or presses down upon) the managed immanent frame we've constructed in modernity. — James K.A. Smith

I had a very unusual contract. Most artists actually pay for their record dates and it comes out of their royalties. I paid for nothing. — Jo Stafford

We may be tainted with pragmatism, but it only needs a clash of personalities to remind us of our principles. — Hilary Mantel

The sea was the first thing he had found that was large enough to absorb his sorrow.

...Perdu would drift on his back, his feet pointing toward the beach. There, on the waves, with the water spilling through his outspread fingers, he drew up from the depths of his memory every hour he had spent with Manon. He examined each one until he no longer felt any regret that it was past, then he let it go.

So Jean let the waves rock him, raise him up and pass him on. And slowly, infinitely slowly, he began to trust. Not the sea, far from it; no one should make that mistake! Jean Perdu trusted himself again. He wouldn't go under; he wouldn't drown in his emotions.

And each time he abandoned himself to the sea another small grain of fear trickled out of him. It was his way of praying. — Nina George