Sinasinb Quotes & Sayings

Christ rode on an ass, but now asses ride on Christ. — Heinrich Heine

We dare not trim stones to make God an altar, for if we do we ruin everything. We would spend time bringing people to the altar and saying, "Look at those beautiful stones we trimmed!" We merely need to accept the work that God has done for us in Christ. The object of His restrictions is to help us see how wonderful He is and to spend the rest of our lives rendering true worship to Him. — Max Anders

[Harper] once told a friend, "I think about strategy twenty-four hours a day," and it was only a small exaggeration. — Lawrence Martin

Iseult sucked in air, marveling at how her lungs could feel so full against her ribs. Then she closed her eyes. She wanted to make a wish, but there were too many choices. She wished for Safi at her side. She wished for Habim and Mathew too. And, though she couldn't quite understand why, she wished for her mother.
More than anything, Iseult wished for answers. About her magic. About the Cahr Awen.
I wish I could learn what I am. — Susan Dennard

But only when it was too late did they realize the price they must pay for escaping their destiny. Every Happy Ever After was tainted. Fate, at first so amenable, so reasonable, so open to negotiation, ends up by exacting a cruel revenge for happiness. — Diane Setterfield

I may look like the girl next door, but you wouldn't want to live next door to me. — Elisabeth Shue

Everybody likes to have a place to think, to meditate, to eat a burrito ... — Sherman Alexie

Only when someone else sees worth in me does he condescend to do the same. — Victoria Aveyard

Everything means something. — Philip Pullman

We can't go backward. There are too many regrets. Please just move forward with me? — Renee Carlino

Colours change: in the morning light, red shines out bright and clear and the blues merge into their surroundings, melting into the greens; but by the evening the reds loose their piquancy, embracing a quieter tone and shifting toward the blues in the rainbow. Yellow flowers remain bright, and white ones become luminous, shining like ghostly figures against a darkening green background. — Rosemary Verey