Slumming By Kristen Quotes & Sayings

Still, we were young, and hope has strong roots in
the young, right down to their toes, — V.C. Andrews

The smile is civilization's finest adornment. It signifies the willpower and duty to fashion mankind's coexistence as quietly and agreeably as possible so that it will always appear friendly. For it is all a matter of appearance. The smile is culture's diploma: it is the diplomat's badge. — Iwan Goll

When I see my first lady angel, if God ever sees fit to show me one, it'll be her wings and not her face that'll make my mouth fall open. — Kurt Vonnegut

What should we say then? Should we continue in sin in order that grace may multiply? Romans 6:1 — Beth Moore

Even the greatest actions of a celebrated person labor under this disadvantage, that however surprising and extraordinary they may be, they are no more than what are expected from him. — Joseph Addison

I will carefully stand guard and if anyone tries to hurt someone in the camp again, I will carefully spill their guts across the wasteland floor and carefully wait for the vultures to feast on the remains. — C.J. Redwine

A staunch abolitionist, Hamilton was one of the founding members of the New York Manumission Society. He was a trustee and namesake of Hamilton-Oneida Academy, an upstate New York school dedicated to educating Native-American boys. — Eric Schneiderman

On a late-winter evening in 1983, while driving through fog along the Maine coast, recollections of old campfires began to drift into the March mist, and I thought of the Abnaki Indians of the Algonquin tribe who dwelt near Bangor a thousand years ago. — Norman Mailer

Customers do not want to "make friends"; they want to see results and substantive relationships provide those. — Paul Cherry

I saw that I had forgotten how beautiful the drive to Thunder Bay was; the towering sighing groves of fragrant Norway pines, the broad expanses of clean white sand, the sea gulls, always the endlessly wheeling sea gulls; an occasional bald eagle seeming bent on soaring straight up to heaven; the intermittent craggy and pine-clad granite or sandstone hills, sometimes rising gauntly to the dignity of small mountains, then again, sudden stretches of sand or more majestic Norway pines -- and always, of course, the vast glittering heaving lake, the world's largest inland sea, as treacherous and deceitful as a spurned woman, either caressing or raging at the shore, more often turbulent than not, but today on its best company manners, presenting the falsely placid aspect of a mill pond. — Robert Traver