Svetlova Quotes & Sayings

...and you cannot blame an entire group for the actions of one. — Liz Braswell

May thy ball lie in green pastures, and not in still waters. — Ben Hogan

Some typewriters in Whitehall, in the Pentagon, killed more civilians than our little A4 could have ever hoped to. — Thomas Pynchon

The shaking of American culture is no sign that God has given up on American Christianity. In fact, it may be a sign that God is rescuing American Christianity from itself. — Russell D. Moore

The only time I'm not Hulk Hogan is when I'm behind closed doors because as soon as I walk out the front door, and somebody says hello to me, I can't just say 'hello' like Terry. When they see me, they see the blond hair, the mustache, and the bald head, they instantly think Hulk Hogan. — Hulk Hogan

I walked out of his room sure I'd said the right thing maybe not as a father but as a Dad. I'd said the right thing, for once in my life. — Steven Herrick

I try desperately to conquer the transitory nature of my existence, to trap moments before they evenesce, to untangle the confusion of my past. Every instant disappears in a breath and immediately becomes the past; reality is ephemeral and changing, pure longing. — Isabel Allende

though there was something so fascinating and absorbing to my engaged mind, that I frequently long to reproduce its unearthly music and sights. — R.B. Stratton

But pleasing to the eye isn't the same as pleasing to God. — Liz Curtis Higgs

To paint one must forget everything else. Where you live, who you know, what you eat, when to sleep. The landscape of the canvas becomes your only reality. The planet you inhabit is a single plane of infinite dimensions, stretched like a guitar string, and standing before you like a concubine waiting for your command. — Thomas Lloyd Qualls

A ripple of amusement passed through the gathering. Cass held out his hand and Roxanna held her breath. Would he even charm a mute child? Pensive, Abby studied him before extending her own small hand. He took it, and the music began again, but not before he'd stood her little feet atop his polished boots. Around and around he danced with her, holding on to her hands, her feet firmly planted atop his own. — Laura Frantz

Poverty's no sin, we mustn't omit to point that out.' This also turned out to be true: the fair-haired young man admitted it at once, and with unexpected haste. — Fyodor Dostoyevsky