Smoky Mtn Christian Quotes & Sayings

Billy Dent stared in the mirror. He didn't quite recognize himself, but that was nothing new. Billy had almost always seen a stranger in mirrors, ever since childhood. At first he had hated and feared the figure that seemed to pursue him everywhere, stalking him through mirrors and store windows. But eventually Billy came to understand that what he saw in the mirror was what other people saw when they looked at him.
Other people somehow did not see the real Billy. They saw something that looked like them. Something that looked human and mortal. Something that looked like a prospect. — Barry Lyga

If he saw himself as a famous novelist then he would have known she would be there, but if he saw himself as someone she had met in the bar, well, he was right. She — Ann Patchett

Were I asked to define it, I should reply that archeology is that science which enables us to register and classify our knowledge of the sum of man's achievement in those arts and handicrafts whereby he has, in time past, signalized his passage from barbarism to civilization. — Amelia B. Edwards

He couldn't change the fact of what he was, nor would he be able to shield Amelia from all the arrows that would be aimed at the wife of a gypsy. But he would be damned if he would let her make her way through a merciless world without him. — Lisa Kleypas

The wonderful world of home appliances now makes it possible to cook indoors with charcoal and outdoors with gas. — Bill Vaughan

grappling in a hernia truss with steel kegs of Yuengling. For — Michael Chabon

How have everything started???
Just two humans man and woman make so many people on the planet??? That's impossible, it can't happe, it's something else..... SO what you are saying Adam has fucked Eve day and night??? ANd how have they take care for so many kids???... What if the planet is flat and nasa and all other stuff are lieing??? — Deyth Banger

And so you must grant to God what is God and not try to think of what you have lost, for that way is madness. — Joyce Carol Oates