Mitteldorf O Quotes & Sayings

Elder Neal A. Maxwell suggests that the prime reason the Savior personally acts as the gatekeeper of the celestial kingdom is not to exclude people, but to personally welcome and embrace those who have made it back home. — Tad R. Callister

This is an ego-free bathroom."
"Then what the fuck are you doing here?" I ask her with a tilt of my head. — Krista Ritchie

Being the first to do anything takes guts. — J.M. Darhower

The glory of life is strength of existence. — Lailah Gifty Akita

He loved Violet. I knew that when he pulled out all the stops and made a miracle happen when he found us in the middle of nowhere in a forest and took a man's life to save hers. He also loved her girls. And I loved that. — Kristen Ashley

As for agility, a biologist at the National Bison Range in Montana once observed a 2,000-pound bull leap up a six-foot embankment from a standing start!13 — Michael Punke

Technology is a servant who makes so much noise cleaning up in the next room that his master cannot make music. — Karl Kraus

It is unsafe to take your reader for more of a fool than he is. — W. Somerset Maugham

There is a possibly apocryphal story that in Southeast Asia, people catch monkeys by placing a banana in a box with a hole in the bottom and hanging the box from a tree. The monkey reaches in and grabs the banana but is unable to withdraw its hand. The clenched fist holding the banana is too big to fit through the hole. To escape, all the monkey has to do is release the banana. Sometimes, the monkeys hold on for a long time and are then captured. People, too, often give up their freedom by holding on to things too long. — Carl Greer

Three men in ten conserve life; three men in ten pursue death. Three men also in ten desire to live, but there acts hasten their journey to the house of death. Why is this? Because of their efforts to preserve life. — Lao-Tzu

Then, at a meeting, Petal Bear. Thin, moist, hot. Winked at him ... Grey eyes close together, curly hair the color of oak. The fluorescent light made her as pale as candle wax. Her eyelids gleamed with some dusky unguent. A metallic thread in her rose sweater. These faint sparks cast a shimmer on her like a spill of light. She smiled, the pearl-tinted lips wet with cider ... As she spoke she changed in some provocative way, seemed suddenly drenched in eroticism as a diver rising out of a pool gleams like chrome with a sheet of unbroken water for a fractional moment. — Annie Proulx