Neil Etheridge Quotes & Sayings

When people tell you how young you look, they are telling you how old you are. — Cary Grant

I went for endless auditions for tiny parts in obscure plays, and never got one job until I was in 'Four Weddings'. — Anna Chancellor

Spiritual joy arises from purity of the heart and perseverance in prayer. — Francis Of Assisi

I love Jesus as much as I ever have. And I'm gay. Deal with it. — Vicky Beeching

God does not further our spiritual life in spite of our circumstances, but in and by our circumstances. — Oswald Chambers

A zygote is the beginning of a new human being (i.e., an embryo). — Keith L. Moore

Story always tells us more than the mere words, and that is why we love to write it, and to read it. — Madeleine L'Engle

Talent deserves to be honored. Hands deserve to be slapped if you do something stupid as well, but don't take it too far. — Patrick Swayze

But there's another reason you can't go. You still haven't told me about your trip to Tennessee." A sudden spark seemed to light his keen eyes. "I wanted to tell you, but you didn't come, even when I gave you back your bed." She looked up, full of wonder. "You wanted me to come upstairs?" "You know I wouldn't hurt you ... dishonor you." "I - I know you wouldn't ... but ... being alone with you ... like that ... " She faltered and looked away, a furious blush staining her face. "It's not the proper way," he finished for her. She merely nodded, trying to start sewing again, but instead making a knot of her thread. He said quietly, "Sometimes I think you're still afraid of me." She looked up at him again and wished she hadn't. His eyes held hers with a startling intensity, as if daring her to deny it. She got up abruptly, nearly spilling her sewing onto the floor. "I made some broth," she said. "You'll need to regain your strength. And I'll have to see to your shoulder. — Laura Frantz

I had heard the same carols all my life, seen the same little play, with the same mistakes in grammar. The minister had offered the same prayer as always, Christmas or Sunday. The same people wore the same old clothes and sat in the same places. Next year it would be the same, and the year after that, the same again. Vivian said things were changing. But where were they changing? — Ernest J. Gaines