Smirnov Aleksandr Quotes & Sayings

The world of the living was obscene. I was powerless to do anything. — Haruki Murakami

I have no fear of going home; I have sent all before me; God's finger is on the latch of my door, and I am ready for Him to enter. — Charles Haddon Spurgeon

Morrigan "Don't worry I'm following my instincts."
Birkita "Perhaps you could find a way to prudently follow your instincts"
Morrigan "I'm eighteen, nothing I do is prudent — P.C. Cast

Most inspirational writers were born as driftwood and will say they have been beaten against every shoreline during their life. We understand storms. We understand drowning. We understand being devalued. We understand being stranded alone on a beach. God made us this way so we would know where every lighthouse can be found and tell others how to find them. We were never meant to stand on the beach with you because every rescue we do rescues ourselves. We always go back to the sea because that is where driftwood belongs
forever searching for answers to our endless questions and sharing what we learned ... (2012, Writer's Conference) — Shannon L. Alder

But how can you know anything of the impression made on others? Who can assure you that others do not draw therefrom incentives to evil? You do not know the depths of human frailty ... Oh, how truly was it said that if some Christian women could only suspect the temptations and falls they cause in others with modes of dress and familiarity in behavior, which they unthinkingly consider as of no importance, they would be shocked by the responsibility which is theirs. — Pope Pius XII

We'll let our friends be the peacekeepers and the great country called America will be the pacemakers. — George W. Bush

Praise is the rehearsal for our eternal song. — Charles Spurgeon

People who are always in praise and pursuit of the beautiful are an embarrassment, like people who make a constant display of their religious faith. — Roger Scruton

Do not let the behavior of others destroy your inner peace. — Dalai Lama XIV

If I waited for perfection ... I would never write a word. — Margaret Atwood