Strauther Harris Quotes & Sayings

No amount of time will be enough with you. Not a minute. Not an hour. Not a decade. Not a century. But I promise to make all of our time count. I may not tell you I love you every minute of every day, but I try to show you - because true love has to be felt not heard. And our love, B? It's my favorite feeling. Here's to tomorrow, and the next day, and the one after that - and all the love that's shared in between. — Micalea Smeltzer

Writing fiction is ... an endless and always defeated effort to capture some quality of life without killing it. — Rose Wilder Lane

God has interest in you because you are part of His plan — Sunday Adelaja

A book may only be judged for what it is, not what you'd like it to be. — Caitlin R. Kiernan

Worry is heavy weight. — Lailah Gifty Akita

I went to the Alabama public schools at a time when my English teachers, all but one of whom was a woman, taught nothing but the classics. They revered the great British and American writers. — Thomas H. Cook

To command, you must first of all speak to the eyes. — Napoleon Bonaparte

All da cows love Leo. — Rick Riordan

We think Android is very, very fragmented, and becoming more fragmented by the day. And as you know, Apple strives for the integrated model so that the user isn't forced to be the systems integrator. — Steve Jobs

No gilded dome swells from the lowly roof to catch the morning or evening beam; but the love and gratitude of united America settle upon it in one eternal sunshine. From beneath that humble roof went forth the intrepid and unselfish warrior, the magistrate who knew no glory but his country's good; to that he returned, happiest when his work was done. There he lived in noble simplicity, there he died in glory and peace. — Edward Everett Hale

Since death is certain and the time of death is uncertain, what is the most important thing? — Pema Chodron

... You don't want the best of times to be just one thing, forever. You have to have a lot of bests of times, each one topping the last. You know? — Sarah Dessen

And then, to the sound of death, the sound of the jets cutting the sky in two black pieces beyond the horizon, he would lie in the loft, hidden and safe, watching those strange new stars over the rim of the earth, fleeing from the soft color of dawn. — Ray Bradbury