Urpin Quotes & Sayings

Power is mass multiplied by cohesion. — Edward Luttwak

My Faith is larger than the Hills - So when the Hills decay - My Faith must take the Purple Wheel To show the Sun the way - 'Tis first He steps upon the Vane - And then - upon the Hill - And then abroad the World He go To do His Golden Will - And if His Yellow feet should miss - The Bird would not arise - The Flowers would slumber on their Stems - No Bells have Paradise - How dare I, therefore, stint a faith On which so vast depends - Lest Firmament should fail for me - The Rivet in the Bands — Emily Dickinson

Conduct a detailed investigation of this issue or a field you are interested in — Sunday Adelaja

Let me now raise my song of glory. Heaven be praised for solitude. Let me be alone. Let me cast and throw away this veil of being, this cloud that changes with the least breath, night and day, and all night and all day. While I sat here I have been changing. I have watched the sky change. I have seen clouds cover the stars, then free the stars, then cover the stars again. Now I look at their changing no more. Now no one sees me and I change no more. Heaven be praised for solitude that has removed the pressure of the eye, the solicitation of the body, and all need of lies and phrases — Virginia Woolf

All art is but dirtying the paper delicately. — John Ruskin

Ana wished very much that she could discuss this with Faolan — Juliet Marillier

Faith without reason produces a mindless Christianity which is less than useless; the focus on justice in this world produces a theology that chases its own tail."

~R. Alan Woods [2013] — R. Alan Woods

What is the secret of your serenity?" a student asked Sophia
"Wholehearted cooperation with the inevitable," she replied. — David W. Jones

Meow, Meow, Motherfucker. — Rachel Vincent

Lila Kate will always be my baby girl. I will cherish and love her until the day I die. But you . . . you're the love of my life. You're my forever. I'll grow old loving you. — Abbi Glines

The door closed, and he was gone into the twilight of early evening like an afterthought. — Craig Johnson