Once Upon A Time Mary Margaret Blanchard Quotes & Sayings

An individual gospel might have been designed as the gospel for a particular community, but when it was included in a collection with other writings of the same genre, the individual writings were viewed as complementary one to another, each presenting a distinctive aspect of the ministry of Jesus. — F.F. Bruce

Society knows perfectly well how to kill a man and has methods more subtle than death — Andre Gide

As a woman writing SF, I felt I had to think and write like a man in order to be taken seriously. — Heidi Ruby Miller

I love being under submission to my husband ... I believe in keeping the male ego intact. — Tammy Faye Bakker

To get the respect of people, I think you've got to roll up your sleeves and lead with your people. The absolute key is treating your people well. Looking for the best in your people. Lots and lots of praise, no criticism. — Richard Branson

We need to hear the Gospel every day, because we forget it every day. — Martin Luther

I never thought getting older would be so great. But when it comes to depression, I have experienced less the older I've gotten. — Amy Grant

You can be good at many things, but you can only be great at one thing, until you find that thing, you are an average loser. — M.F. Moonzajer

Enemies are the price of success. — Joe Abercrombie

The straight line, a respectable optical illusion which ruins many a man. — Victor Hugo

I should have told you to go to hell," I muttered.
He smiled smugly. "I knew you wouldn't."
"How?"
"Because women who are willing to cheat a little can always be talked into cheating a lot. — Lisa Kleypas

In the face of an obstacle which is impossible to overcome, stubbornness is stupid. — Simone De Beauvoir

The summer I was ten years old, there was a group of kids in my neighborhood who played together every night after dinner. I often watched them from my window ... Every night around nine-thirty or ten, those kids would get called in one by one ... I knew the first ones called were full of resentment. But they needn't have been. Nothing ever happened after they left anyway. Things just sort of ended in a slow motion way, like petals falling off a flower. You couldn't have people leave like that and have anything good happen afterward. Whoever was left couldn't pay much attention to anything other than waiting for their turn to get called in. So, it wasn't so bad to go first, to head back toward those deep yellow lights and beds made up with summer linens. It was much better than being last, when you would be left standing there alone, finally going in without anybody calling you. — Elizabeth Berg