Triune Store Quotes & Sayings

Without stopping kissing her, he swept her up into his arms. They stood in the motel lobby kissing until someone called, "Get a room."
Donia pulled back and laughed. "That was the plan. They said no. — Melissa Marr

Live more quietly. Live more seeking God's presence in your own heart. — Goswami Kriyananda

If we can become the de facto standard for image capture of unique perspectives around the world, we have a lot of growth ahead of us. — Nick Woodman

Management should have goals. — Sunday Adelaja

When I'm assembling a book I concentrate as though I were writing a poem. A truly imagined arrangement will indicate gaps and generate new poems. I re-read the new poems in my folder in the hope that this might happen. — Michael Longley

You must follow me carefully. I shall have to controvert one or two ideas that are almost universally accepted. The geometry, for instance, they taught you at school is founded on a misconception. — H.G.Wells

I made a living out of being a class clown. — Shannon Hoon

My skin is pretty low-maintenance, but I'm a big sunscreen wearer, which I think is the big thing when it comes to wrinkles, right? — Deborah Ann Woll

I've got a few ideas," (Amy) admitted. "But I don't know where we're going in the long term. I mean - have you ever thought about what this ultimate treasure could be?"
"Something cool." (Dan)
"Oh, that's real helpful. I mean, what could make somebody the most powerful Cahill in history? And why thirty-nine clues?"
Dan shrugged. "Thirty-nine is a sweet number. It's thirteen times three. It's also the sum of five prime numbers in a row - 3,5,7,11,13. And if you add the first three powers of three, 3 to the first, 3 to the second, and s to the third, you get thirty-nine."
Amy stared at him. "How did you know that?"
"What do you mean? It's obvious. — Rick Riordan

Grover cradeled his laurel sapling in his hands. Well ... sure is good to be back together again. Arguing. Almost dying. Abject terror. Oh, look It's our floor — Rick Riordan

Oh, would you look at this, now," she said, pointing at a hole in her sage-green velvet couch. Never mind the brain and hair on it, she could clean those off with a stiff brush. And never mind the point-blank gunshot to the face she'd absorbed. It was the bullet hole in her couch that pissed her off. — Christopher Buehlman