Mickies Quotes & Sayings

Obey God in all things today! Drive out the enemy! Lay the ax to the root of the tree, and the capacity for Jesus Christ will be increased tomorrow. — Alan Redpath

LANGUAGE, n. The music with which we charm the serpents guarding another's treasure. — Ambrose Bierce

Undoubtedly Internet has reduced the possibilities of taxation. Why should I buy something here if I can buy it from a company in Japan or England or Brazil with a lower tax? — Milton Friedman

Music is love searching for a word. — Sidney Lanier

You cannot prove to yourself that you love God by examining your feelings toward Him. They are indefinite and they fluctuate. But just as far as you obey Him, just so far, depend upon it; you love Him. It is not natural to us sinful, ungrateful beings to prefer His pleasure to our own or to follow His way instead of our own way, and nothing, nothing but love of Him can or does make us obedient to Him. — Elizabeth Payson Prentiss

When I sang my father's songs in concert, that was all people wanted to hear. I was always asking myself, 'Can I measure up?' — Natalie Cole

I think we should really discourage this sort of empathic engagement when it comes to making moral decisions. I think we should focus on something like compassion, on getting people to care more for others without putting ourselves in their shoes. — Paul Bloom

I think people are frustrated with dysfunction, not just dysfunction in government, but a lot of dysfunction that surrounds them. I get the frustration with drugs in the neighborhood or my kids with big college loans can't find a job. — John Kasich

If you are "seeking first" his kingdom where you are, then where you are is where he has positioned you. — Andy Stanley

Our castle is not imposing, but is well built, and surrounded by a very fine garden. I live in the bailiff's house. — Franz Schubert

Write for the love of writing and you can't go wrong. — Christopher Paul Curtis

I am a restless soul hungry perhaps wretched. — Bob Dylan

She's mine. And if any of you lay a hand on her, you lose that hand. And then lose your head. And once Feyre is done killing you, then I'll grind your bones to dust. — Sarah J. Maas