Prestegaard Norway Quotes & Sayings

We're like licorice. Not everybody likes licorice, but the people who like licorice really like licorice. — Jerry Garcia

I don't think God is a gender. He presents himself as a father but he comes to us with the tenderness of a mother. In some of the parables, he is the housewife who cleans the house looking for the lost coin. — Max Lucado

She narrowed her eyes and concentrated on his mouth. Name. He wanted her name. She had to think about it for a second before she remembered. Great. She must have hit her head. Which, duh, explained the headache. — Larissa Ione

You and I were created by God to be so much more than normal ... Following the crowd is not a winning approach to life. In the end it's a loser's game, because we never become who God created us to be by trying to be like everybody else. — Tim Tebow

Admittedly, I dressed up for the occasion again - I never said I wasn't fucked up. — Nina G. Jones

The past was worth remembering and knowing in its own right. It was not behind us, never truly behind us, but under us, holding us up, a foundation for all that was to come and everything that had ever been. — Laura Lippman

Yet everyone begins in the same place; how is it that most go along without difficulty but a few lose their way? — John Barth

I do think we know that a teacher who knows what he or she is doing, knows their subject matter, and knows how to impart knowledge to kids is a critical piece of closing the achievement gap. — Margaret Spellings

He was answered by a long plastic crackle, not a question, but not an instruction either. Softer in tone. Encouragement, maybe. Or reassurance. The one-eyed guy said, "OK, sure," and hung up. — Lee Child

I've always thought, if heaven is such a wonderful place, why is entering it so absurdly easy? Confess your sins, ask forgiveness - and that is all? No matter what your crimes? — Rick Yancey

You get to decide what energy you choose to download in any moment. No one but you gets to decide who you wish to be. — Marianne Williamson

You say I have the most wicked face of any woman. You say my hair is like the serpent locks of Medusa, that my eyes have the cruel cunning of Borgia, that my mouth is the mouth of the sinister scheming Delilah, that my hands are like the talons of a Circe or the blood-bathing Elizabeth Bathory. And then you ask me of my soul - you wish to know if it is reflected in my face. — Theda Bara