Stupul Layens Quotes & Sayings

Only those who spend much time in HIs presence will ever become like Him. — Oswald J. Smith

I should mention something that nobody ever thinks about, but proofreading takes a lot of time. After you write something, there are these proofs that keep coming, and there's this panicky feeling that 'This is me and I must make it better.' — John Updike

I'm on the third line. I'm a crasher. I know my role. I'm just trying to help. I'm not stupid enough to think I'm great out there. — Darcy Tucker

I considered quitting graduate school. I paid my ticket, I rode the ride. Right? Half the people I started with quit. I did not have to continue toward scholar. But something wouldn't let me. Some deep wrestling match going on inside my rib house and gray matter. Some woman in me I'd never met. You know who she was? My intellect. When I opened the door and there she stood, with her sassy red reading glasses and fitted skirt and leather bookbag, I thought, who the hell are you? Crouching into a defensive posture and looking at her warily out of the corner of my eye. Watch out, woman. To which she replied, I'm Lidia. I have a desire toward language and knowledge that will blow your mind. — Lidia Yuknavitch

United States:. A nation given either to unjustified over-enthusiasms or infantile furies. — John Ralston Saul

Every time we are confronted with a new revolution we take to the opium pipes of our own propaganda. — I. F. Stone

Come, my heart, rejoice in the immunity which thy Redeemer has secured thee, and bless His name all the day, and every day. — Charles Haddon Spurgeon

But there is some way in which poets believe that and this is dangerous, too believe that their calling gives them a certain freedom. A certain freedom to live in a free way. — Peter Davison

Customers can tell you how to evolve a product, but they can't show you how to make a leap. — Guy Kawasaki

It was good for a while, being empty. I didn't hurt anymore. But as time went on, it was like I could hear myself from far away, begging for permission to come back. — Myra McEntire