Singelyn Group Quotes & Sayings

Vulnerability in the face of constant change is what we share, whatever our present condition. — Sharon Salzberg

It's not as simple as that. There's no change I could make that would stop them recognizing who I am eventually. It's difficult to explain, but they'd know. — Stephen Lloyd Jones

Jesus Christ became a curse for us by divine decree. Our part in realizing the tremendous meaning of His curse is the conviction of sin. Conviction is given to us as a gift of shame and repentance; it is the great mercy of God. Jesus Christ hates the sin in people, and Calvary is the measure of His hatred. — Oswald Chambers

what i really need is a dead man. — Chester Himes

Our thoughts ought by instinct to fly upwards from animals, men and natural objects to their creator. If created things are so utterly lovely, how gloriously beautiful must he be who made them! The wisdom of the worker is revealed in his handiwork. — Anthony Of Padua

Why has it been accepted as gospel for so long that homework is necessary? The answer, I think, lies not in the perceive virtues of homework but rather in the clear deficiencies of what happens in the classroom. Homework becomes necessary because not enough learning happens during the school day ... The broadcast, one-pace-fits-all lecture ... turns out to be a highly inefficient way to teach and learn. — Salman Khan

All of my favourite albums have this incredible amount of conceptual glue to them, even if they are not telling a story. — Gerard Way

Human history is, in essence, a history of ideas. — H.G.Wells

When you give of yourself to any wounded warrior and their family, you will find that your own heart will begin to heal in a place that you didn't even know was in need. — Diana Mankin Phelps

He was breathtaking. There was simply no other way to describe him. Her eyes started with his long, black hair before slowly perusing every inch of him. He was dressed in a white shirt and black vest with pants that hugged every inch of his muscular legs. Across his back hung a black cape, in his hand he held a cane with a golden handle. She squinted as she peered at it closely. A golden bat adorned the curved surface, its small wings spread wide, as if it were in flight. — Rose Wynters