Sourcing At Magic Quotes & Sayings

Pray that I may be very little in my own eyes, and not rob my dear Master of any part of his glory. — George Whitefield

The time is near at hand which must determine whether Americans are to be free men or slaves. — George Washington

Andre Agassi was my rival in the '90s, and I think as we got older we sort of transcended the game. He was probably the best player I ever played over my career. There's a list of players that were tough, but Andre, certainly, he was the most unique. — Pete Sampras

Sign over the gates of hell: "Doesn't mean you're a bad person." — Robert Breault

I am passionate about making music that feeds the soul and brings people together. — Judith Hill

He's not even singing," Tobin whispers to Daphne. They sit on the other side of the half circle of chairs in the music room. It's amusing that he thinks I don't know what he's saying. I can't actually hear their words over the singing, but I have spent the weekend mastering the art of lipreading. What isn't amusing, however, is that Tobin has caught on to the fact that I'm merely moving my own lips along with the rest of the choir. Daphne looks up at me. I stare down at the songbook in my hands. Maybe I should try singing along, but I don't know how to make my voice do what hers does, even if I want to. I feel her gaze leave me and I glance back at her.
"Maybe he's just intimidated," Daphne says. "It's his first day in the program."
My hands grow hot at the idea that she thinks I am afraid. I take a deep breath, tempering myself before I set the songbook on fire. — Bree Despain

The stone bench is gray. The grass is gray. My life is dirty gray — Julie Anne Peters

The only truth is that I live. Sincerely, I live. Who am I? Well, that's a bit much. — Clarice Lispector

Perhaps all one can really hope for, all I am entitled to, is no more than this: to write it down. To report what I know. So that it will not be possible for any man ever to say again: I knew nothing about it. — Andre Brink

The woman is the man's glory, and she naturally delights in the praises which are assurances that she is fulfilling her function; and she gives herself to him who succeeds in convincing her that she, of all others, is best able to discharge it for him. A woman without this kind of "vanity" is a monster. — Coventry Patmore