Muerdo Cantante Quotes & Sayings

Our adversaries - our Democratic adversaries - like to be able to portray the Republican Party as a bunch of wingnuts - narrow based, always have some agenda that's not attractive to the public ... That's easier for them, and more fun, than dealing with their own problems. And I think their problems are significant. — Dick Cheney

GARDENS OR FIELDS? Craig Blomberg points out that in Matthew's parable of the mustard seed, the sower sows his seed in a "field" (agros, Matt 13:31), while in Luke the sowing is in a "garden" (kepos, Luke 13:19). Jews never grew mustard plants in gardens, but always out on farms, while Greeks in the Mediterranean basin did the opposite. It appears that each gospel writer was changing the word that Jesus used in Mark - the word for "earth" or "ground" (ge, Mark 4:31) - for the sake of his hearers. There is a technical contradiction between the Matthean and Lukan terms, states Blomberg, "but not a material one. Luke changes the wording precisely so that his audience is not distracted from ... the lesson by puzzling over an ... improbable practice." The result is that Luke's audience "receives his teaching with the same impact as the original audience."22 — Timothy Keller

We all fall. Every one of us. We fall, and we fail, and we flail, and we flounder. We do right by someone and end up hurting someone else. We get beat up and we do our share of beating. We screw up more than we succeed. That's life, babe. But those successes? They're so bright and beautiful that they swallow the darkness - every blot, stain, and mar on our souls. — Megan Thomason

your eclipsed heart will wail for my stars until you realize you need my cosmic grace. chaos — K.Y. Robinson

I just want to lobby for God. — Billy Graham

Welcome the sour cup of prosperity! Affliction may one day smile again, and till then, Sit thee down, sorrow! — William Shakespeare

the spectral summer of narcotic flowers and humid seas of foliage that bring wild and many-coloured dreams. And as I walked by the shallow crystal stream I saw unwonted ripples tipped with yellow light, as if those placid waters were drawn on in resistless currents to strange oceans that are not in the world. Silent and sparkling, bright and baleful, those moon-cursed waters hurried I knew not whither; whilst from the embowered banks white lotos-blossoms fluttered one by one in the opiate night-wind and dropped despairingly into the stream, swirling away horribly — H.P. Lovecraft