Schimpff Quotes & Sayings

Do not let us imagine that we can take into our fellowship and enlist under one banner men who simply affirm truth about Jesus, unless in their own lives there is an absolute loyalty to the Lord Christ. — G. Campbell Morgan

I had forged her myself, out of brokenness, learning to love wildness instead of fearing it. To thrive on the exhilaration of the hunt, charging headlong into the world even when it hurt to do it. — Paula McLain

Travel, trouble, music, art, a kiss, a frock, a rhyme
I never said they feed my heart, but still they pass my time. — Dorothy Parker

I really believe that we have the power to manifest our own fates. — Michael Trucco

Why should it be essential to love rarely in order to love much? — Albert Camus

Maybe Life is random. No fate. No God. Just Time. — Ellen Hopkins

Think of how it all started: America was founded by slave owners who informed us, "All men are created equal." All "men," except Indians, niggers, and women. Remember, the founders were a small group of unelected, white, male, land-holding slave owners who also, by the way, suggested their class be the only one allowed to vote. To my mind, that is what's known as being stunningly
and embarrassingly
full of shit. — George Carlin

Only your ascent is important. Once you ascend, everything is saved — Nirmala Srivastava

Why would you take a drug that is guaranteed to kill you in forty years? One reason, right? It's the only thing that will stop you dying tomorrow. — Sharon Moalem

Woman is essentially unpeaceful, like the cat, however well she may have trained herself to present an appearance of peace. — Friedrich Nietzsche

Thus we arrive at the singular conclusion that of all the information passed by our cultural assets it is precisely the elements which might be of the greatest importance to us and which have the task of solving the riddles of the universe and of reconciling us to the sufferings of life
it is precisely those elements that are the least well authenticated of any. — Sigmund Freud

Let us fill a cup and drink to that most noble, ridiculous, laughable, sublime figure in our lives ... The Young Man Who Was. Let us drink to his dreams, for they were rainbow-colored; to his appetites, for they were strong; to his blunders, for they were huge; to his pains for they were sharp; to his time for it was brief; and to his end, for it was to become one of us. — Herman Wouk