Southend Fc Quotes & Sayings

I never cared but for one thing, and that is, simply to know that I am right before my Father in Heaven. If I am this moment, this day doing the things God requires of my hands, and precisely where my Father in Heaven wants me to be, I care no more about tomorrow than though it would never come. — Brigham Young

God requires from you the fulfillment of your calling — Sunday Adelaja

Death belonged to life like mould to bread. — Robert Seethaler

But if you knew you might not be able to see it again tomorrow, everything would suddenly become special and precious, wouldn't it? — Haruki Murakami

The rainy Pleiads wester Orion plunges prone, And midnight strikes and hastens, And I lie down alone. — A.E. Housman

We don't fit in, you and me," he said. "We're both oddities no one knows what to do with. But we fit together." He took her hand, pressed her palm to his, then laced their fingers through each other's. "We fit. — Jennifer Ashley

You might say that I was a sort of modern-day Robin Hood, merrily stealing from the rich. Only I never, ever gave my loot away for free. — Jennifer Estep

If it's not an absolute YES, it's a NO — Cheryl Richardson

I'm used to watching old movies of myself. — Jeff Bridges

There is an ironic paradox in that courage requires fear. Fear provides the opportunity for courage. However, one must be willing to face the hard demands of courage, confront that fear, and ultimately triumph over it. — Vincent B. "Chip" LoCoco

I got out late winter. I was off on the exact day by thirty-some hours, which is not bad calculations. I made the decision when I went in to keep track of the days, for the simple reason that it was the intention of my jailers to jettison my sense of time and place. They brought you in a metal truck with no windows and took you out in the same truck or one damned similar. The rumor was that Bell Federal Penitentiary was somewhere in the plains of the Montana-Saskatchewan annex. The sight from my cell would not have refuted this. The white of the snow and sky filled my eyes like the sheet pulled over the head of a dead man. If it was not Montana-Saskatchewan, then it was the North Pole, or the moon. It was a signal to anyone who's ever doubted the terror of an idea that almost all of us in this prison that had no time or place were utterly guiltless of a violent act, unless one counts the violence of tongues. — Steve Erickson

People often ask writers where they get their inspiration, and for me, the short answer is that I haven't a clue; I'm just grateful that I get them. — Michelle Paver