Schenkelberg Onawa Quotes & Sayings

This pure little drop from a pure little source was too sweet: it penetrated deep, and subdued the heart — Charlotte Bronte

Everyone was upset that Dash hadn't trusted them. What Dash didn't bother to tell them was that this time he didn't even trust himself. — S.E. Jakes

Environmentalists have a very conflicted relationship with their cars. — Tom Arnold

Adversity's sweet milk, philosophy, to comfort thee, though thou art banished. Friar Lawrence to Romeo. — William Shakespeare

It's not an endlessly expanding list of rights - the 'right' to education, the 'right' to health care, the 'right' to food and housing. That's not freedom, that's dependency. Those aren't rights, those are the rations of slavery - hay and a barn for human cattle. — Alexis De Tocqueville

... It's like a spiral: They keep making everything more basic so it will appeal to everyone. And gradually, everyone gets used to everything being basic, so we get less and less varied as people, more simple. So the corps make everything even simpler. And it goes on and on. — M T Anderson

I have a constant kind of soundtrack going on at all times. I almost always have a song in my head. I'm very musically inclined. It feeds my soul. It definitely helps me get into a mood or get out of a mood. Or inspires a mood. Honestly, it is one of my therapists - cheaper and always available. — Erin Davie

He, to Whom the Angels bowed down in worship, at that same time reclined at table with publicans. Upon Him the Seraphim dared not to gaze, and at the same time Pilate pronounced sentence upon Him. He is That One and Same, Whom the servant did smite and before whom did tremble all creation. He was nailed to the Cross and ascended to the Throne of Glory - He was placed in the tomb and He stretched out the heavens like a canopy (Ps. 104:2) He was numbered amidst the dead and He emptied hell; here upon the earth, they cursed at Him as a transgressor - there in Heaven, they exclaimed Him glory as the All-Holy. What — John A. Peck

Veek clutched her blocky pistol in both hands. A tiny wisp of smoke slipped out of the barrel, thinned, and vanished. The smell of powder wafted around her. — Peter Clines

Fiddler on the Roof, to — Wendy Mass