Sectas Y Quotes & Sayings

Faith is choosing and believing God's dream for your life. Nothing starts happening in your life until you start dreaming. God gave you the ability to dream, to create, to imagine. — Rick Warren

I'm always looking for things that are so incredibly present that they become invisible. — Douglas Coupland

You simply made a choice to trust, a choice to believe, a choice to move forward. — Lauren Blakely

The Masons transported their secret wisdom from the Old World to the New World - here, to America - a land they hoped would remain free from religious tyranny. — Dan Brown

Why do we argue? Life's so fragile, a successful virus clinging to a speck of mud, suspended in endless nothing. — Alan Moore

Success is a nice by-product but what I really want is work. — Juliette Lewis

God is concerned about everything that concerns us - without exception. — Billy Graham

Like, that was weird in 'Hamlet 2,' because I played myself there, fully myself, but then I realized, 'Oh, I'm not playing myself. I'm some weird version of myself.' So as an actress, you're always playing something, I don't even know who I am, how could I become me? I don't know what that is. — Elisabeth Shue

should tell you, the job description was super-vague and that I am probably not at all qualified to do any technical stuff. I made something explode in chemistry last year. — C.B. Lee

Beer's for the good times. But ain't nothing like a big ass bowl of ice cream with all the trimmings to chase the blues away for me. — Elizabeth Reyes

We live not in our moments or our years:
The present we fling from us like the rind
Of some sweet future, which we after find
Bitter to taste. — Richard Chenevix Trench

That's it! Stretch way beyond your perceived limitations..Go for yours like you own it already, because you truly do. — Sereda Aleta Dailey

One morning as I closed the cyclone-fence gate / to begin a slow drift / down to the cookhouse on foot / (because my truck wheels were glued / in deep mud once again), / I walked straight into / the waiting non-arms of a snake, / its tan beaded-bag skin / studded with black diamonds.
Up it coiled to speak to me a eye level. / Imagine! that sleek finger / rising out of the land's palm / and coiling faster than a Hindu rope. / The thrill of a bull snake / startled in the morning / when the mesas lie pooled / in a custard of light / kept me bright than ball lightning all day.
Praise leapt first to mind / before flight or danger, / praise that knows no half-truth, and pardons all. — Diane Ackerman