Renwall Kits Quotes & Sayings

I enjoyed every bit of my swimming career. I think that's the most important advice - to enjoy what you do — Summer Sanders

Possibly the only dismaying aspect of excellence is that it makes living in a world of mediocrity an ongoing prospect of living hell. — Harlan Ellison

It takes a few days for the transformation to be complete, depending on how much venom is in the bloodstream, how close the venom is to the heart. As long as the heart keeps beating, poison spreads, healing, changing the body as it moves through it. Eventually the heart stops, and the conversion is finished. But all the time, every minute of it, a victim would be wishing for death — Stephenie Meyer

If it squares with the Scripture, then let's go. If it's in conflict with the Scripture, then it's heresy. — Randall Terry

What is called the morality of a society is no more than a consequence of the morality of individuals. There is, by the same token, no such thing as a purely private morality, for the morals of private citizens are public in effect, and are increasingly so. — Wendell Berry

I am the Maker of all things. By my word were the heavens made, their starry host by the breath of my mouth. I spread out the northern skies over empty space; I suspend the earth over nothing. I clothe you with skin and flesh and knit you together with bones and sinews. I form the light and create darkness, I bring prosperity and create disaster. — Zhang Yun

Truth doesn't pay homage to creeds. Creeds must adjust themselves to be compatible with the truth. — Abhijit Naskar

The lie was dead And damned, and truth stood up instead. — Robert Browning

I'll always try to go the safest route, but once someone strikes you or puts their hands on you then it's on, at least for me. — Chuck Liddell

It must have been then that I began to lose faith in reasonable argument as the sole measure of truth. — Margaret Atwood

Whatever you say, say it with conviction — Mark Twain

I have at last, after several months' experience, made up my mind that [New York] is a splendid desert
a domed and steepled solitude, where the stranger is lonely in the midst of a million of his race. — Mark Twain