Supralapsarian Infralapsarian Quotes & Sayings

Poetry is prose, bent out of shape. — J. Patrick Lewis

The next parent who Googles Is my 2-year-old gifted? should get a curt response: Your 2-year-old is a gift. — Ron Fournier

It must inquire not merely about the circumstances of the time in general, but in particular about the writer's position with regard to these things, the interests and motives, the leading ideas of his literary activity. — Ferdinand Christian Baur

I don't just pray for God to open doors, I also pray for God to close doors. — Joyce Meyer

The Trail of Tears should teach all of us the importance of respect for others who are different from ourselves and compassion for those who have difficulties. — Joseph Bruchac

She wanted to write to him. Tell him she was glad he was back, that he was alive, that he was home and safe. But words to him no longer fit right in her her mouth.Words which belonged in his ownership were no longer hers to give. Silence was the only acceptable state her heart would grant. He would never know what he missed, because she refused to be heard in his presence. All the words he could have had, all the phrases he might have danced with. The smiles which would have been imprinted upon his heart, would never be. And his lips would never be able to reply to the words she could not say. — Coco J. Ginger

I know I can't experience deep joy in God until I deep trust in God. — Ann Voskamp

I want people to experience what it's like being from Haiti, coming to America, being Wyclef - multicultural, multilingual. — Wyclef Jean

As a photonic being, I could easily follow Captain Eden at a brisk run and likely overtake her in the next hour. Were you inclined to take better care of yourself - and maintain a routine of rigorous exercise, like most Starfleet officers - you might be able to keep pace with me. However, I suspect even a light jog would have you panting for mercy in less than four hundred meters. — Kirsten Beyer

It was no coincidence, that fear could move a person to extremes, just as seamlessly as love. They were the conjoined twins of emotion: If you didn't know what was at stake to lose, you had nothing to fight for. — Jodi Picoult