Sirmon Forestry Quotes & Sayings

You don't have to suffer to be a poet. Adolescence is enough suffering for anyone — John Ciardi

To be rooted in love is to look beyond surface appearances to see the inner beauty in others often disfigured by sin. — Michael Card

For centuries many of the world's distinguished philosophers have assaulted Christianity as being irrational, superstitious and absurd. — Josh McDowell

compassionate people? Would this — Susan Wiggs

There is an ineffable mystery that underlies ourselves and the world. It is the darkness from which the light shines. When you recognize the integrity of the universe and that death is as certain as birth, then you can relax and accept that this is the way it is. There is nothing else to do. — Alan Watts

The proof of love is in the works. Where love exists, it works great things. But when it ceases to act, it ceases to exist. — Pope Gregory I

My dream as a teenager was to run a movie studio, as in the old studio system. — Robert Greenblatt

It is not really the difference the oppressor fears so much as the similarity. He fears he will discover in himself the same aches, the same longings as those of the people he has shit on ... He fears he will have to change his life once he has seen himself in the bodies of the people he has called different. — Cherrie Morago

The modern Westerner, persuaded that he has a right to "think for himself" and imagining that he exercises this right, is unwilling to acknowledge that his every thought has been shaped by cultural and historical influences and that his opinions fit, like pieces of jigsaw puzzle, into a pattern which has nothing random about it. — Charles Le Gai Eaton

I wil not compare the education of an ancient Spartan with that of a British nobleman. — Thomas Day

You don't enter the theater and pay your money to be afraid. You enter the theater and pay your money to have the fears that are already in you when you go into a theater dealt with and put into a narrative. — Wes Craven

Loving You
I saw him the other day. His arms around another girl, his eyes when met with mine - were low in their recognition.
I wonder if he remembers what I once told him.
I will love you forever.
He had smiled at me sadly before giving his reply.
But I am so afraid you may one day stop.
Now all these years later, I am the one who is afraid. Because I love him, I still do. I haven't stopped, I don't think I can. I don't think I ever will. — Lang Leav