Smisigns Quotes & Sayings

Oh, what a grand design! to make our joy the echo of your excellence. To make our pleasure proof that you now hold the place of Treasure in our lives. To make the gladness of our soul the essence of our worship, and the mirror of your worth. To make yourself most glorified in us, oh God, when we are satisfied in you. How could I, Lord, have ever been to so blind to think think that being loved by you means making much of me and not yourself? — John Piper

I write about my life. — George Michael

Inertia is the death of creativity — Austin Kleon

What is a society without a heroic dimension? — Jean Baudrillard

He'd been about to turn away when she lifted her face to the moon and sang.
It was not in any language that he knew. Not in the common tongue, or in Eyllwe, or in the languages of Fenharrow or Melisande, or anywhere else on the continent
This language was ancient, each word full of power and rage and agony.
She did not have a beautiful voice. And many of the words sounded like half sobs, the vowels stretched by the pangs of sorrow, the consonants hardened by anger. She beat her breast in time, so full of savage grace, so at odds with the black gown and veil she wore. The hair on the back of his neck stood as the lament poured from her mouth, unearthly and foreign, a song of grief so old that it predated the stone castle itself.
And the the song finished, its end as butal and sudden as Nehemia's death had been.
She stood there a few moments, silent and unmoving. — Sarah J. Maas

It is a sin not to do what one is capable of doing. — Jose Marti

If golfers can run around and crow when they make a birdie, I think it would be just as proper to lie down on the green and cry when you make a bogey. — J. C. Snead

In every case, you must ensure that the organization is really ready to have desired behaviors happen on day one and become business as usual. If you do that, you can feel confident that — Steve Jacobs

To sum it up: Discipline + Self-denial = Cents for the Kingdom! — Michelle Singletary

Here's how you know that you're really drunk: when you get into a taxi cab and you think the fare is the time. — Dane Cook

So many broken promises, each day an aborted wish, a lost object, a misplaced unread book, cluttering the room like an attic with discarded possessions. — Anais Nin