Lundsgaard Partnere Quotes & Sayings

The true way for a Christian to live is to live entirely upon Christ ... Christians have experiences and they have feelings, but, if they are wise, they never feed upon these things, but upon Christ, Himself. — Charles Spurgeon

I knew that for every part of me that was screaming to run from him, there was as much a part of me that straight-up wanted him. — Kelly Oram

Young people, they must struggle. If they don't strugglethey think life has no meaning. They feel lost. You see -' to Isabel - 'in countries where there is no need to struggle - in Norway, in Sweden - the young people kill themselves. — Ahdaf Soueif

[I]t's an honor to be a food stamp president. Food stamps feed the hungry. Food stamps save the children. Food stamps help the farmer. Food stamps help the truck driver. Food stamps help the warehouse. Food stamps help the store. Food stamps hire people and feed people. Food stamps save people from starvation and malnutrition ... Give President Barack Obama a big hand. Show your love. Show your appreciation. — Jesse Jackson

Begin to pursue your dream. — Lailah Gifty Akita

Death, to me, has always just been a word. A mention of a king I never knew, a villain whose demise led to a happy ending. Never have I seen it; never have I felt it; never have I held it in my hands.
Never has it been forever — Jodi Picoult

Adversity often activates a strength we did not know we had. — Joan Walsh Anglund

The snow filled the air with a soft grey-blue mist, softening the wind and gunfire, bringing the earth and sky together into one swaying blur.
The snow fell on Bach's shoulders; it was as though flakes of silence were falling on the still Volga, on the dead city, on the skeletons of horses. It was snowing everywhere, on earth and on the stars; the whole universe was full of snow. Everything was disappearing beneath it: guns, the bodies of the dead, filthy dressings, rubble, scraps of twisted iron.
This soft, white snow settling over the carnage of the city was time itself; the present was turning into the past, and there was no future. — Vasily Grossman