Yanna Fabian Quotes & Sayings

Jesus is a walking, living, breathing Temple, he is also the walking, celebrating, victorious sabbath. — N. T. Wright

He's my brother. You don't turn away from someone like him just because he likes dick instead of the good stuff." I chuckle. "You certainly haven't lost your way with words. — T.J. Klune

Listen to your heart more than your head. This motto will get you in trouble, but it's never boring. — Brad Barkley

Whatever our bedtime was as kids, we could stay up an extra half hour if we were reading. My parents didn't care as long as I was under the spell of a Stephen King or a Douglas Adams. Now I read in bed. I read at work. I read standing in line. It's like, 'Hello, my name is Nathan and I am a reader.' — Nathan Fillion

We both have no home to go back to ... so we can go anywhere at all. — Kazuya Minekura

What good is it if you read Plato and never clean your toilet? asked my mother, reverting to the values of Jubilee. — Alice Munro

I don't know what I think about Jesus, but I know what I think about Aslan. — Jo Walton

There is no wrong suffering. There is imaginary, sham, feigned, simulated, pretended suffering. But the assertion that someone suffers for the right or wrong reason presupposes a divine, all-penetrating judgment able to distinguish historically obsolete forms of suffering from those in our time, instead of leaving this decision to the sufferers themselves. — Dorothee Solle

I honestly think hipsters eat with their assholes because they consume everything wrong. — Chris Hardwick

Insanity consists of building major structures upon foundations which do not exist. — Norman Mailer

I was scared of the dark. Ohhhh, I'd do anything not to have to sleep on my own. I'd get in bed and cover myself with dolls and teddy bears. — Peta Wilson

Once he'd had happiness but for so brief a time; happiness was made of quicksilver, it ran out of your hand like quicksilver. There was the heat of tears suddenly in his eyes and he shook his head angrily. He would not think about it, he would never think of that again. It was long ago in an ancient past. To hell with happiness. More important was excitement and power and the hot stir of lust. Those made you forget. They made happiness a pink marshmallow. — Dorothy B. Hughes

God's reckless grace is our greatest hope. — Timothy Keller