Shefelbine Words Quotes & Sayings

Your inside person doesn't age. Your inside person is soul, is heart, in the eternal now, the ageless, the old, the young, all the ages you've ever been. — Anne Lamott

You still haven't eaten your muffin. (Sunshine)
'Yeah, right. He still hadn't eaten his boots either, and he'd rather feast on one of them than that thing in her hand.' (Talon) — Sherrilyn Kenyon

God loves His people despite their sins and faults. — Jim George

God I'm crazy about him."

"It's early yet for crazy isn't it?"

"Don't you know when you know? Five minutes, five years - how does that change what you know? I wanted to know with the man I was with before. I tried to know. I liked him, and I was comfortable with him. I told myself, 'Give it more time', but time didn't change anything. Not for either of us as it turned out. — Nora Roberts

We turn our eyes to the heavens, and the heavens are empty. — Michel Houellebecq

I'm a journalist and author. I make my living by finding things out and writing about them. — Barton Gellman

The role of the artist is to ask questions, not answer them. — Anton Chekhov

Dirty hands can no longer redeem in the hour of truth. — Kristian Goldmund Aumann

I was brought up by two extremely intelligent people who gave me the greatest gift that man can give anyone, and that is freedom from fear. — Katharine Hepburn

I was only going to say," said Scrooge's nephew, "that the consequence of his taking a dislike to us, and not making merry with us, is, as I think, that he loses some pleasant moments, which could do him no harm. I am sure he loses pleasanter companions than he can find in his own thoughts, either in his mouldy old office or his dusty chambers. I mean to give him the same chance every year, whether he likes it or not, for I pity him. He may rail at Christmas till he dies, but he can't help thinking better of it - I defy him - if he finds me going there in good temper, year after year, and saying, 'Uncle Scrooge, how are you?' If it only puts him in the vein to leave his poor clerk fifty pounds, that's something. — Charles Dickens