Sitford Street Quotes & Sayings

Let us labor to memorize the Word of God
for worship and for warfare. If we do not carry it in our heads, we cannot savor it in our hearts or wield it in the Spirit. — John Piper

We didn't have to share a mind to share a heart. — Robin Hobb

I overhaul myself for my roles. Sooner or later, I will get my due. — Randeep Hooda

What you believe is powerful. If you can change what you believe, you can change your life! — Joseph Prince

Things usually make sense in time, and even bad decisions have their own kind of correctness. — Miranda July

The novelist's ambition is not to do something better than his predecessors but to see what they did not see, say what they did not say. — Milan Kundera

Death by hanging ... I deserved it and I expected it, as I've always told you. I am glad that I have had the chance to defend myself and to think things over in the last few months. — Hans Frank

Remain in the world, act in the world, do whatsoever is needful, and yet remain transcendental, aloof, detached, a lotus flower in the pond. — Osho

Claire, I don't want to lose that look. I promise, I'll never demand it again ... I don't want that. I want what I have today. I'm concerned that, when all my confessions are out - it'll be gone.
Anthony — Aleatha Romig

A woman's exterior beauty is a reflection of her internal peace and happiness. — Gloria Estefan

Spiritual literature can be a great aid to an aspirant, or it can be a terrible hindrance. If it is used to inspire practice, motivate compassion, ad nourish devotion, it serves a very valuable purpose. If scriptural study is used for mere intellectual understanding, for pride of accomplishment, or as a substitute for actual practice, then one is taking in too much mental food, which is sure to result in intellectual indigestion. (152) — Prem Prakash

I'm putting a temporary hold on the 'stay away from me' thing,'" she said. "just for a minute while I yell at you, and then we're definitely going right back to it. — Jill Shalvis

As I looked down at him, as I saw his yellow hair pressed against my coat, I had a vision of him from long ago, that tall, stately gentleman in the swirling black cape, with his head thrown back, his rich, flawless voice singing the lilting air of the opera from which we'd only just come, his walking stick tapping the cobblestones in time with the music, his large, sparkling eye catching the young woman who stood by, enrapt, so that a smile spread over his face as the song died on his lips; and for one moment, that one moment when his eye met hers, all evil seemed obliterated in that flush of pleasure, that passion for merely being alive. — Anne Rice

A purposeful life is a happy life. — Debasish Mridha