Mcburnie El Quotes & Sayings

Tighten your grip, make me bleed, it's a hunger I need to feed. Strip me bare, pull my hair, I don't care just take me there. — Pepper Winters

The only thing that exists is torment, lyricism, and the magnificence of language. — John C. Hawkes

And another thing is that I think as a church whenever we become politically driven, we alienate at least 50 percent of the people that God called us to reach with our political orientations. — T.D. Jakes

Since historical reconstruction is a rational process, only justified and indeed possible if it involves the human reason, what we call history is the mess we call life reduced to some order. pattern and possibly purpose. — Geoffrey Elton

When we make ourselves vulnerable, we do open ourselves to pain, sometimes excruciating pain. The more people we love, the more we are liable to be hurt, and not only by the people we love, but for the people we love. — Madeleine L'Engle

One of us could always get pancreatic cancer," you said pleasantly. — Lionel Shriver

I don't believe he had a responsibility to even answer that question - you have no responsibility to answer personal questions that people have no right to ask you. — Chris Matthews

Everyone we've lost, we'll find. Or they'll find us. — Jennifer Egan

We have not faith, we have not patience to see this. We trust the man in the street; but there is one being in the universe we never trust and that is God. We trust Him when He works just our way. But the time will come when, getting blow after blow, the self - sufficient mind will die. In everything we do, the serpent ego is rising up. We are glad that there are so many thorns on the path. They strike the hood of the cobra. — Swami Vivekananda

Obedience is the true holocaust which we sacrifice to God on the altar of our hearts. — Philip Neri

I want to go on living after my death! — Anne Frank

Want of a better idea, she washed her face with the available hand soap and dried — Jean Hanff Korelitz

At last the cold crept up my spine; at last it filled me from foot to head; at last I grew so chill and desolate that all thought and pain and awareness came to a standstill. I wasn't miserable anymore: I wasn't anything at all. I was a nothing
a random configuration of molecules. If my heart still beat I didn't know it. I was aware of one thing only; next to the gaping fact called Death, all I knew was nothing, all I did meant nothing, all I felt conveyed nothing. This was no passing thought. It was a gnawing, palpable emptiness more real than the cold. — David James Duncan