Quotes & Sayings About Thanking God For Saving My Life

As they began to mount the stairs, he looked up at his mother. "Just how many of those wine coolers did she drink?"
"She had three," Suzy replied.
Three! Bobby Tom couldn't believe it. After only three drinks, she'd stripped off her clothes and demanded that he have sex with her.
"Mom?" He shoved on his hat.
"Yes dear."
"Whatever you do, don't let her anywhere near a six-pack. — Susan Elizabeth Phillips

Once the brokerage house, rather than the bank, became the locus for American savings, that money would find its way into the stock market, because the broker was someone with a much higher tolerance for risk than the banker. — Ron Chernow

We can neither change nor overpower God's eternal suffrage against selfishness and meanness. — James Martineau

I'm a big follower and reactor to weather. — Jimmy Buffett

The difference between a translation and an original is not of the same order as the difference between powdered and steamed coffee. — David Bellos

The Ancient Mariner would not have taken so well if it had been called The Old Sailor. — Samuel Butler

We fall on our knees in awe of God's greatness. — Lailah Gifty Akita

I tried to connect my singing voice to my guitar an' my guitar to my singing voice. Like the two was talking to one another. — B.B. King

The future and success of America is not in this Constitution, but in the laws of God upon which this Constitution is founded. — James Madison

Hatred is never anything but fear - if you feared no one, you would hate no one. — Hugh Downs

I look through the spaces between the iron steps at the colorless flow of the river down below, transporting chunks of ice like white clouds. In a distress that lasts an instant, I seem to be feeling what she feels: that every void continues in the void, every gap, even a short one opens another gap, every chasm empties into the infinite abyss. — Italo Calvino

Are you sure he's all right, Susie?" Susan smiled a little defensively. "Sure, I'm sure. He looks like ... oh, I don't know - a college instructor or something." "They say the Mad Bomber looked like a gardener," Mrs Norton said reflectively. "Moose shit," Susan said cheerfully. It was an epithet that never failed to irritate her mother. — Stephen King