Quotes & Sayings About Thanking God For The Gift Of Life

That in all capital or criminal prosecutions a man bath a right to demand the cause and nature of his accusation, to be confronted with the accusers and witnesses, to call for evidence in his favor, and to a speedy trial by an impartial jury of twelve men of his vicinage, without whose unanimous consent he cannot be found guilty; nor can he be compelled to give evidence against himself; that no man be deprived of his liberty, except by the law of the land or the judgment of his peers. — George Mason

I have a dream, and a plan, to combine the commercial possibilities of Valentine's Day with the substance and meaning of black history month. I call it: Blackentine's Day. — Mo Rocca

Running to him was real; the way he did it the realest thing he knew. It was all joy and woe, hard as a diamond; it made him weary behond comprehension. But it also made him free. — John L. Parker Jr.

When we feel that we are beloved, we are happy. — Debasish Mridha

But all memories, no matter how distant, no matter how distorted, have the shadow of truth underneath. Even the most imperfect memory is a window - — A. Lee Martinez

I hate rarely, though when I hate, I hate murderously. — Anais Nin

I want to tell all those who believe in God that I am not the Chosen One. I also want to tell all the atheists that I am not a history-maker. I am but an ordinary person. Unfortunately, I have not been able to walk the ordinary person's path. My path is, in reality, the journey of a civilization. — Liu Cixin

I'm not so vocal. I try to get loud, but my voice will just crack or something. — Gia Coppola

I never though I could love anyone but myself
Now I know I can't love anyone but you
You make me think that maybe I won't die alone — Ingrid Michaelson

I'll tell you anything about myself. I will show you my bare butthole. — Rachel Bloom

One day robots may babysit our kids, a job that has always required a human touch. — David Pogue

Before them: the girls whose hearts were to be wrung were yet fair little maidens a-star with hopes and dreams. — L.M. Montgomery