Peacekeepers Motorcycle Quotes & Sayings

We will never be more ourselves, with the fullness of our personality and the uniqueness of our gifting, than when we just wholly give ourselves over to our very faithful, faithful God. — Beth Moore

Above all, the Stoics sought wisdom, a condition that I myself hope to achieve after I stop wrecking and burning things. — James K. Morrow

The system of banking have[for]ever reprobated. I contemplate it as a blot left in all our Constitutions, which, if not covered, will end in their destruction, which is already hit by the gamblers in corruption, and is sweeping away in its progress the fortunes and morals of our citizens. — Thomas Jefferson

Inner child work is essential. It's the essence of growth as a whole person — Cheryl Richardson

You can have whatever you want, as long as you don't need it. — Joe Vitale

I was cutting and threading pipe in the tunnels to get water into the shower rooms for athletics. I was repairing old metal windows, fixing cement walls where rain was coming through, and drying out the maple gym floors in hopes of removing the warping. — Tom Baker

I am not a teacher, I am a friend who cares. — Debasish Mridha

Pity is a useless emotion — Jackson Pearce

Do not be reactive and vengeful and if you look deeply into your anguish, you will see that it is the anguish of our wounded collective soul. — Deepak Chopra

The stranger came early in February, one wintry day, through a biting wind and a driving snow, the last snowfall of the year, over the down, walking as it seemed from Bramblehurst railway station, and carrying a little black portmanteau in his thickly gloved hand. He was wrapped up from head to foot, and the brim of his soft felt hat hid every inch of his face but the shiny tip of his nose; the snow had piled itself against his shoulders and chest, and added a white crest to the burden he carried. He staggered into the Coarch and Horses, more dead than alive as it seemed, and flung his portmanteau down. "A fire," he cried, "in the name of human charity! A room and a fire!" He stamped and shook the snow from off himself in the bar, and followed Mrs. Hall into her guest parlour to strike his bargain. And with that much introduction, that and a ready acquiescence to terms and a couple of sovereigns flung upon the table, he took up his quarters in the inn. — H.G.Wells

[The official prosecutors] ... were more vengeful on behalf of our injuries than I myself could ever be. — Sir Laurens Van Der Post