Panthea Mia Quotes & Sayings

The final test of a work of art is not whether it has beauty, but whether it has power. — John Hersey

If my heart is overwhelmed and I cannot hear your voice, I hold on to what is true. I will believe. — Kari Jobe

CLEOPATRA: My salad days,
When I was green in judgment: cold in blood,
To say as I said then! But, come, away;
Get me ink and paper:
He shall have every day a several greeting,
Or I'll unpeople Egypt. — William Shakespeare

Yes, I wear a number of hats. But my most important title is mom and wife. — Paula Broadwell

The rule of God's kingdom strengthens fulfilment of mandate — Sunday Adelaja

The world hadn't come to an end, just an end as man knew it. But there had to be a balance for the chaos. There had to be asylum from the damned. — Tera Shanley

The only difference between Las Vegas and Washington, D.C. is that at least Vegas has the decency to admit the town is full of hookers and crooks. — Glenn Beck

I'm not involved with the female world. — John Lone

You could walk around behind the typist and read the text, which was about hearing, and what you heard was the sound of the typewriter. Of course, this was a pre-electric typewriter, a typewriter that made noise. — Vito Acconci

What's sort of interesting about the whole public relations disaster that is the Net, in some ways, is that the fundamentals are really good. — Meg Whitman

Are you as famous in your world as Kell is here?"
Lila thought of the wanted posters lining her London. "Not for the same reasons. — V.E Schwab

It's not enough to open the window
To see the fields and the river.
It's also not enough to not be blind
To see the trees and the flowers.
It's also necessary to not have any philosophy at all.
With philosophy there are no trees, there are only ideas.
There's only each of us, like a wine-cellar.
There's only a shut window and the world outside it;
And a dream of what you could see if you opened the window,
Which is never what you see when you open the window. — Alberto Caeiro

Ask not 'who will love me?' but rather, 'whom can I love — Judy Azar LeBlanc