Winston Churchill Posters Quotes & Sayings

The waking up was the worst. That slow, growing realization that you lived through it. That you were awake to go through it again. That your body was stronger than you thought. That there was so much more to be endured. — Jessica Gadziala

The fox and the nightingale made a quiet life together. A lesser creature might have held Koja's mistakes against him, might have mocked him for his pride. But Lula was not only clever. She was wise. — Leigh Bardugo

Courage looks you straight in the eye. She is not impressed with power trippers, and she knows first aid. Courage is not afraid to weep, and she is not afraid to pray, even when she is not sure who she is praying to. When she walks it is clear she has made the journey from loneliness to solitude. The people who told me she was stern were not lying. they just forgot to mention she was kind. — J. Ruth Gendler

The content of worship comes from the Bible, the goal of worship is to give praise to God, and the basis for worship is the saving work of Jesus Christ. Put more simply, true Christian worship is Word-communicat ing, God-glorifying, and Christ-confessi ng. — Philip Graham Ryken

The clergy were to pray for all men, the knight to fight for them, and the commoner to work that all might eat. — Barbara W. Tuchman

When you are young, hone your craft and write shorter pieces instead of novels, because it's really hard to finish a novel. — Laini Taylor

We trust, that is to say, that there is no substantial criterion by which to judge our choices that stands higher than the unquestioned good of free choice itself, and that therefore all judgment, divine no less than human, is in some sense an infringement upon our freedom. This is our primal ideology. In the most unadorned terms possible, the ethos of modernity is-to be perfectly precise-nihilism.
This — David Bentley Hart

I have a lot to say about fashion - not just about fashion, but beauty, art. — Carine Roitfeld

I love food and I love living. — Ali Landry

She raised her eyes to his. They had both come from misery, she thought, and survived it. They had been drawn together through violence and tragedy, and had overcome it. They walked different paths and had found a mutual route.
Some things last, she thought. Some ordinary things. Like love. — J.D. Robb