When people come to speak to me, whatever they say, I am struck by a kind of incandescence in them, the 'I' whose predicate can be 'love' or 'fear' or 'want,' and whose object can be 'someone' or 'nothing' and it won't really matter, because the love...
It is the great business of every Christian to save souls. People complain that they do not know how to take hold of this matter. Why, the reason is plain enough; they have never studied it. They have never taken the proper pains to qualify themselve...
Let's pray for our country, nation and for godly leaders. Pray that we the people will humble ourselves and turn from our wicked ways back to God. Then our leaders will restore the ancient landmarks that was set in place by our ancestors. God will tu...
Anon from the castle walls The crescent banner falls, And the crowd beholds instead, Like a portent in the sky, Iskander's banner fly, The Black Eagle with double head; And a shout ascends on high, For men's souls are tired of the Turks, And their wi...
People lash out at the idea of hell, eternal torment, and so on. They talk about it like an average person is just standing their, minding their own business, being good, loving others, but never met Jesus, and then God angrily tosses them into hell....
[alternate wording from cable TV version] Dr Ray Stantz: Your honor, our system was working just fine until the power grid was turned off by wally wick here. Walter Peck: They caused an explosion! Mayor: [to Venkman] Is this true? Dr. Peter Venkman: ...
Hogwarts Choir: [singing] In the cauldron boil and bake / Fillet of a fenny snake / Scale of dragon, Tooth of wolf / Witches, mummy, maw and gulf / Double, double, toil and trouble / Fire burn and cauldron bubble! / Double, double, toil and trouble /...
Ron: I'm Ron by the way, Ron Weasley. Harry: I'm Harry. Harry Potter. Ron: So... so it's true! I mean, do you really have the... the... Harry: The what? Ron: [in a hushed tone] The scar? Harry: Oh. [shows him the scar on his forehead] Harry: Yeah. Ro...
[showing Harry the Golden Snitch] Harry: I like this ball. Oliver Wood: Ah, you like it now. Just wait. It's wicked fast, and damn near impossible to see. Harry: What do I do with it? Oliver Wood: You catch it, before the other team's seeker. You cat...
Sam: [looking at the Haradrim army] Who are they? Gollum: Wicked men. Servants of Sauron. They are called to Mordor. The Dark One is gathering all armies to him. It won't be long now. He will soon be ready. Sam: Ready to do what? Gollum: To make his ...
Cowardly Lion: I *do* believe in spooks, I *do* believe in spooks. I do, I do, I do, I *do* believe in spooks, I *do* believe in spooks, I do, I do, I do, I *do*! Wicked Witch of the West: Ah! You'll believe in more than that before I'm finished with...
Michael: So you're going to ballet every week? Billy: Aye, but don't say owt. Michael: Do you get to wear a tutu? Billy: Fuck off, they're only for lasses. I wear me shorts. Michael: You ought to ask for a tutu? Billy: I'd look a right dickhead. Mich...
Religion needs a baptism of horse sense.
not to find out new principles, or new arguments, never before thought of . . . but to place before mankind the common sense of the subject, in terms so plain and firm as to command their assent, and to justify ourselves in the independent stand we a...
Sometimes time spent reinventing the wheel results in a revolutionary new rolling device. But sometimes it just amounts to time spent reinventing the wheel.
Designers love subtle cues, because subtlety is one of the traits of sophisticated design. But Web users are generally in such a hurry that they routinely miss subtle cues.
He may have as strong a sense of what would be right, as you can have, without being so equal under particular circumstances to act up to it." "Then, it would not be so strong a sense. If it failed to produce equal exertion, it could not be an equal ...
Where's your common sense? None of those books agree with each other. You've been locked up here for years with a regular damned Tower of Babel. Snap out of it! The people in those books never lived. Come on now!
We make sense of the world intentionally. Faced with chaos, we seek or make the familiar, and build up the world with it. Babies do it, we all do it; we filter out most of what our senses report.
The sound of darkness was certainly intricately linked to the sense of being alone but unrelated to this was the sound of the palpitations of men and women experiencing the sense of utter solitude. There was no doubt about it. This was a sound audibl...
Our lives are more like a canvas on which we paint, than a script we need to learn – though the illusion of the latter appeals to us by its lower risk.
