Taplow Blue Quotes & Sayings

Now, where did I leave my time-machine? Oh I know, next Wednesday. — Hugh Laurie

The last, best fruit which comes to late perfection, even in the kindliest soul, is tenderness toward the hard, forbearance toward the unforbearing, warmth of heart toward the cold, philanthropy toward the misanthropic. — Jean Paul

Grace Apostolic Church in Elyria, Ohio, underwrote The Carpenter's Shop; — Larry Eskridge

When you acknowledge God, He will go before you and make the crooked places straight. — Joel Osteen

It is no coincidence that Christian fundamentalist movements worldwide seek a return to Old Testament laws - because they fundamentally reject Christ as the New Covenant - which replaced all that.

They are not Christians - they are Leviticans. — Christina Engela

Philosophers of religion have sometimes claimed that all gods are projections of the human personality, and so it may be. But if so, we must at least recognize the empirical fact that many human beings, rather than project their own personalities upon gods wholly of their own creation, have chosen to introject - take into themselves - the religious projections of other human personalities. — Jack Miles

I am not your mother. I'm not looking for something else from life. I'm not looking for more. I'm not looking for a great adventure. I'm not looking, because I found it. You are my more. You are my great adventure. — Samantha Young

Swlmmlng After swallowing some water at Changsha I taste a Wuchang fish in the surf and swim across the Yangtze River that winds ten thousand li. I see the entire Chu sky. Wind batters me, waves hit me-I don't care. Better than walking lazily in the patio. Today I have a lot of time. Here on the river the Master said "Dying-dying into the past-is like a river flowing." — Mao Zedong

What I always say is that Japanese are like willow. We can be bent easily, but once you try to break us, it would not be so easy. — Hiroko Sakai

Whereas my grandfather was getting used to a much more terrifying reality. Holding my hand to keep his balance, as trees and bushes made strange, sliding movements in his peripheral vision, Lefty was confronting the possibility that consciousness was a biological accident. Though he'd never been religious, he realized now that he'd always believed in the soul, in a force of personality that survived death. But as his mind continued to waver, to short-circuit, he finally arrived at the cold-eyed conclusion, so at odds with his youthful cheerfulness, that the brain was just an organ like any other and that when it failed he would be no more. — Jeffrey Eugenides

He's freed himself from every stigma, but he sits nursing his hangover of hatred ... . — Harper Lee