Permitter Quotes & Sayings

As long as you know, within yourself, that you're no better than anyone else out there, you're OK. — Nick Carter

You have to have a strong sense of self in this business - otherwise they're going to spit you out. — Charlene Tilton

You can laugh at Christianity; you can mock and ridicule it. But it works. It changes lives. If you trust Christ, start watching your attitudes and actions, because Jesus Christ is in the business of changing lives. — Josh McDowell

There was no way we were going to let this band hobble around on three legs. We chose the route that every professional actor, athlete and musician should do - leave the legend intact and bow out at the top. — Tommy Lee

The old blood is indeed still strong in the Two Rivers. — Robert Jordan

We hear of the wealth of nations, of the powers of production, of the demand and supply of markets, and we forget that these words mean no more, if they mean any thing, then the happiness, and the labor, and the necessities of men. — Frances Wright

Happiness is not to be found in someone, but to be generated with someone — S.E. Sever

They were panting dwarfs, imps gasping for breath, and their beards dragged along the ground. Each carried a strange implement of torture. Some held bloody leather belts studded with iron, some clasp knives and ox goads, some thick, wide-headed nails. Three midgets whose behinds nearly scraped the ground carried a massive, unwieldy cross; and last of all came the vilest of the lot, a cross-eyed pygmy holding a crown of thorns. — Nikos Kazantzakis

Why, therefore, do we delay to abandon our hopes of this world, and give ourselves wholly to seek after God and the blessed life? But — Augustine Of Hippo

One of my favorite times was sitting reading quote books, which I did for hours on end ... — Hillary Clinton

I saw you dancing out the ocean
Running fast along the sand
A spirit born of earth and water
Fire flying from your hands — Elton John

I drove out. There were a half-dozen cars there. A house man let me in. Brell came hurrying to me to pump my hand. He was a trim-bodied man in his late forties, dark and handsome in a slightly vulpine way, and I suspected he wore a very expensive and inconspicuous hair piece. He looked the type to go bald early. He had a resonant voice and a slightly theatrical presence. He wore tailored twill ranch pants and a crisp white shirt with blue piping. — John D. MacDonald