Passionist Nuns Quotes & Sayings

It's easy to get attached to idols, good things inappropriately adored. But when you have Jesus in the centre of a room, everything else only junks up the decor. — Charles R. Swindoll

There are some girls you sleep with. And then there are other girls you want to sleep with so badly that you hurt, but you don't because they're special. — Tammy Falkner

In your twenties you're becoming who you're going to be and so you might as well not be an asshole. — Cheryl Strayed

All Knights must bleed. Blood is the seal of our devotion. — George R R Martin

There's no danger of me forgetting, but if you think the threat of a seven-foot-tall bear of a roommate is my only incentive for treating you well, maybe we should cancel dinner. — Skye Callahan

Hell is the place for people who did not live their lives according to the best of what was in them. — Harriet Rubin

No matter how far you go, you can never be anything but yourself. — Haruki Murakami

Once upon a time, a disciple asked a monk, "How can I obtain something, which in spite of all my efforts, I cannot obtain?" The monk noticed that in the sky, birds were flying in a formation. He asked the disciple to look at the birds and said, "Birds fly in formation. For long distances, birds fly in a V-formation. — Rajen Jani

Parking complexes are like modern-day dungeons. — Gina Marinello-Sweeney

Bachata is expensive to produce because of all of the instruments. — Prince Royce

I want to tell them (western countries) just as the Soviet Union was wiped out and today does not exist, so will the Zionist regime soon be wiped out. — Mahmoud Ahmadinejad

For whatever it's worth, I believe we're born imperfect, and perfection, whatever that may be, is unattainable by us mere humans. — Liza M. Wiemer

Gods can do anything. They fear nothing: they are gods. There is one rule, one Seal of Solomon that can confound a god, and to which all gods pay service, to the letter: when belief in a god dies, the god dies. — Harlan Ellison

Nobody saw it, he (Rogers Hornsby) hit it and it disappeared. — Walter Johnson

Once a year the Hattifatteners collect there before setting out again on their endless foraging expedition round the world. They come from all points of the compass, silent and serious with their small, white empty faces, and why they hold this yearly meeting it is difficult to say, as they can neither hear nor speak, and have no object in life but the distant goal of their journey's end. Perhaps they like to have a place where they feel at home and can rest a little and meet friends. — Tove Jansson