Sixpoint Brewing Quotes & Sayings

The spirit of spider in the name of Jesus, depart from my life! — Ademola Adejumo

Get in touch with yourself. The fountain of creativity begins with the stream of conscious thought flowing inside you. Open the floodgate and creative ideas come rushing out. — Nita Leland

You know, a lot of the people that are running. We want to go in; we want to have majorities. It's very important. — Donald Trump

Community, then, cannot grow out of loneliness, but comes when the person who begins to recognize his or her belovedness greets the belovedness of the other. The God alive in me greets the God resident in you. When people can cease having to be for us everything, we can accept the fact they may still have a gift for us. They are partial reflections of the great love of God, but reflections nevertheless. We see that gift precisely and only once we give up requiring that person to be everything, to be God. We see him or her as a limited expression of an unlimited love. — Henri J.M. Nouwen

An open mind is like to an open wound,' growled Glokta. 'Vulnerable to poison. — Joe Abercrombie

It is unlikely that Percy would have written my mother after her return from Europe, and, had she written, the letter would have been destroyed, since that family had a crusading detestation of souvenirs. Letters, photographs, diplomas - anything that authenticated the past was always thrown into the fire. — John Cheever

The world is screaming. The world is being burned alive. — Rick Yancey

And if that bastard's innocent," Rhage spoke up, "I'm the fucking Easter bunny."
"Oh, good," someone quipped. "I'm calling you Hop-along Hollywood from now on."
"Beasty Bo Peep," somebody else threw out.
"We could put you in a Cadbury ad and finally make some money - "
"People," Rhage barked, "the point is that he is not innocent and I'm not the Easter bunny - "
"Where's your basket?"
"Can I play with your eggs?"
"Hop it out, big guy - "
"Will you guys fuck off ? Seriously! — J.R. Ward

I don't want to talk about it anymore," I said, focusing on the dashboard in front of me to prevent the tears that filled my eyes from falling. "Please don't ask me again." Then I got out of the car. I closed the door and didn't look back, fighting the newly created anxiety in my belly. — Erin Dionne

Stories moved Kelsea most, stories of things that never were, stories that transported her beyond the changeless world of the cottage. — Erika Johansen