Slimkid3 Dj Quotes & Sayings

The body of Christ was bland. — Francis Nehilla

She'd not known grief would come in waves, brought on by the smallest of things. Nor had she realized that ordinary acts of living would continue even after the loss of a love and that it would remain possible to get caught up in the moment of a simple pleasure before remembering. — Tess Thompson

That's the thing about writers -on one hand evrything is sacred to them, but, on the other, nothing really is. — Lang Leav

You can't drown yourself that simply. All good suicides involve speed and irreversibility, because the body will always move to protect itself against the sicko mind trying to do it in. — Josephine Humphreys

Why would anyone entertain Satan's questions about God's goodness when everything is good? But a few bumps in the road, and our knowledge of God seems fragile, and that's what Satan is counting on. — Edward T. Welch

It is beautiful to wish to add another's light to your own. — Plato

People who don't do jazz think it's black magic. But really, it's just a matter of getting used to it. It's fun to gamble. The trick is not to fall back on the things you've done before. — Andre Previn

The colors of living things begin to fade with the last breath, and the soft, springy skin and supple muscle rot within weeks. But the bones sometimes remain, faithful echoes of the shape, to bear some last faint witness to the glory of what was. — Diana Gabaldon

The fact that none of these civic worriers had ever heard of such a case was unimportant, because they all had heard of somebody who had heard of it! — Sinclair Lewis

You mean before Mab Monroe staked him out and barbecued him like a pork chop for all his friends to see," I replied. "And you too. Pity, dear old dad getting roasted like that right in front of you. — Jennifer Estep

It was left to Nancy and me to pick up the pieces that my brother had become; to resurrect his shrunken spirit and pull his pale tear-stained face from beneath his pillow and give sense to a world that had given him none; he loved, yet he wasn't loved back. — Sarah Winman