Lindemann Churchill Quotes & Sayings

For the love of money, Christian leaders have become addicted to the path to hell. Money is not a blessing from God; the path to righteousness is what God considers a blessing. Luke 16:13 — Felix Wantang

If you can sin and not weep over it, you are an heir of Hell. If you can go into sin, and afterwards feel satisfied to have done so, you are on the road to destruction. If there are no prickings of conscience, no inward torments, no bleeding wounds; if you have no throbs and heavings of a bosom that cannot rest; if your soul never feels filled with wormwood and gall when you know you have done evil, you are no child of God. — Charles Spurgeon

The lesson taught by the war was clear: to be human is to be small, powerless, and subject to the forces of randomness. — David J. Morris

Logan licked a glob of strawberry jelly from her lower lip and smiled up
at Odin. Only one comment seemed to perfectly fit her current situation. "I
see dead people."
He leaned forward, hands on his hips. "Me, too. It's the only explanation
for what's standing in front of me. Unless some high school kids broke into
the anatomy closet and stole the classroom skeleton, stretched some cadaver
skin over that bitch then cast an ancient ritual to animate it. — Jennifer Turner

I quickly realized that shopping on Amazon had made the idea of parking my car and going into a store feel like an outrageous imposition on my time and good nature. — Maria Semple

I've noticed that in the U.S., when the president hits the three-year mark in office, he goes into re-election campaigning. — Lee Myung-bak

I don't know if you're married, but sometimes there are times where one is really together with their partner. And then there are times when you're both just in your own thing, but you're there together. — Kyra Sedgwick

The labor movement must be destroyed. — Karl Rove

My name may have buoyancy enough to float upon the sea of time. — Richard Watson Gilder

The evolution of sense, in a sense, is the evolution of non sense — Vladimir Nabokov