Charlotte Bronte Quotes
God surely did not create us, and cause us to live, with the sole end of wishing always to die. I believe, in my heart, we were intended to prize life and enjoy it, so long as we retain it. Existence never was originally meant to be that useless, blank, pale, slow-trailing thing it often becomes to many, and is becoming to me, among the rest.
Charlotte Bronte
Quotes to Explore
The Bible is proved to be a revelation from God, by the reasonableness and holiness of its precepts; all its commands, exhortations, and promises having the most direct tendency to make men wise, holy, and happy in themselves, and useful to one another.
Adam Clarke
Bitterness and unforgiveness block the flow of God's blessing in your life and actually hinder your prayers.
Victoria Osteen
I believe in one power, and that is the hand of God. I respect all religions.
Lata Mangeshkar
Faith is not a sense, nor sight, nor reason, but taking God at His work.
Faith Evans
God seldom suspends the laws of nature, just as God does not remove free will to keep evil people from doing evil things.
Adam Hamilton
God is not anything human. God is a force, God is chaos, God is unknown. God is terror and enlightenment at the same time.
Ralph Fiennes
'Alec is beautiful,' said Jill, bending down to kiss him.'Like a mushroom cloud!' scoffed Balkister.
Kage Baker
Growing old-it's not nice, but it's interesting.
August Strindberg
There's not much left inside me, Max" Sometimes, all she heard were echoes.
Nalini Singh
Well, Gaffer his early friend Mr. Wells, artist I see there will be no peace till I comply; so give me a piece of paper. There, now, rule the size for me, and tell me what I am to do. Mr. Wells told him: 'Well divide your subject into classes, say: Pastoral, Marine, Elegant Pastoral, and so forth..'
J. M. W. Turner
God surely did not create us, and cause us to live, with the sole end of wishing always to die. I believe, in my heart, we were intended to prize life and enjoy it, so long as we retain it. Existence never was originally meant to be that useless, blank, pale, slow-trailing thing it often becomes to many, and is becoming to me, among the rest.
Charlotte Bronte