Porrello Mark Quotes & Sayings

Time was just an act.... — Me

What the world really needs is courageous parenting from mothers and fathers who are not afraid to speak up and take a stand. — Larry R. Lawrence

What is happening on your innermost self is worthy of your entire love. — Rainer Maria Rilke

L.A. is a vortex. The weather there tricks you into thinking you're on vacation, even when you're working fourteen hours a day. — Julian Casablancas

One full wall was given over to Father's stamp albums, fat leather volumes whose colors indicated the reign of each monarch: black for Queen Victoria, red for Edward the Seventh, green for George the Fifth, and blue for our present monarch, George the Sixth. — Alan Bradley

Why don't we all just get a long-neck? — Hank Williams Jr.

The Force is with me, and I am one with the Force," Chirrut told Althin. "And I fear nothing, for all is as the Force wills it. — Greg Rucka

I like sci-fi that is not entirely impossible. — Blair Brown

Foreign aid must be viewed as an investment, not an expense ... but when foreign aid is carefully guided and targeted at a specific issue, it can and must be effective. — Kay Granger

Grace is when you aren't striving or controlling or trying to change or manipulate or make something happen. Grace is when you find yourself carried along, when all that's left to do is receive. Grace is when you know you're loved, exactly as you are. Grace is an entirely different way of experiencing life. Another word for grace is gift. — Rob Bell

I am a teller of stories ... a weaver of dreams. I can dance, sing, and in the right weather stand on my head. I know seven words of Latin. I have a little magic and a trick or two. I know the proper way to meet a dragon, can fight dirty but not fair, and once swallowed thirty oysters in a minute. I am not domestic. I am a luxury, and in that sense, necessary. — Anthony Minghella

Who ever hoped like a cricketer? — R.C. Robertson-Glasgow

Sabrina Thomas clutched the leather-bound notebook to her chest and tried not to be impatient as the elevator in the south tower of Texas Hospital near downtown Dallas stopped once again on its climb to the eighteenth and top floor. But it was difficult.
Dr. Cade Mathis, the bane of her existence, would reach Mrs. Ward's room first and then there'd be hell to pay. Sabrina jabbed the button to close the doors as soon as the last person stepped onto the already crowded elevator. — Francis Ray

One hundred religious persons knit into a unity by careful organization do not constitute a church any more than eleven dead men make a football team. — A.W. Tozer