Prepsteaders Quotes & Sayings

We perceive, as from a great distance, a thousand years filled with dim shapes of men moving blindly, performing strangely, in an unreal shadowy world. — Carl Lotus Becker

You cannot run, you cannot hide.....~Soul Angels, The Recital — Pamala Warren

A revival may be expected when Christians have a spirit of prayer for a revival. That is, when they pray as if their hearts were set upon it. When Christians have the spirit of prayer for a revival. When they go about groaning out their hearts desire. When they have real travail of soul. — Charles Grandison Finney

If you're trying to serve someone in need and it doesn't hurt a little, you're doing something wrong. — Jeff Goins

Love won't be tampered with, love won't go away. Push it to one side and it creeps to the other.
— Louise Erdrich

You're just catching me during one of my fallow periods, that's all. One of my compost years. I'm expecting a creative leap pretty soon now. — Wally Lamb

A man is like a fraction whose numerator is what he is and whose denominator is what he thinks of himself. The larger the denominator, the smaller the fraction. — Leo Tolstoy

God, I hate her!" Kelly shouts as soon as Connor and his mom are out of the store. "How did that wretched, wretched woman ever even find someone to procreate with? — Brenna Yovanoff

We earnestly recommend young men to read what has been to ourselves a truly delightful work. — Dean Alford

She remember her granny telling her, 'Men are like coal boilers, Ellie. If you find a man you reckon to keep, you got to feed his belly every day, make him burn for you, then release some steam purty regular, or you ain't ever gonna get him to work. — Kresley Cole

Sometimes, but if you do it enough, it's harder to trip your gag reflex, which comes in very handy, if you know what I mean."

I did know what she meant, but somehow juxtaposing it with vomiting made the whole thing highly unappealing. — Elise Allen

Actually getting closer to a metaphorical truth? Or metaphorically getting closer to an actual truth? — Haruki Murakami