Charlotte Bronte Quotes
My God, whose son, as on this night, took on Him the form of man, and for man vouchsafed to suffer and bleed, controls thy hand, and without His behest, thou canst not strike a stroke. My God is sinless, eternal, all-wise, and in Him is my trust, and though stripped and crushed by thee, -though naked, desolate, void of resource- I do not despair:where the lance of Guthrum now wet with my blood, I should not despair. I watch, I toil, I hope, I pray: Jehovah, in His own time, will aid.
Charlotte Bronte
Quotes to Explore
Normally, the same strange impulse which brings a crowd to an accident is present in the reaction to a concert in which something goes wrong.
Lara St. John
Everything is tennis for me, it's my career and it's entertainment, but it's also a business.
Venus Williams
On a ship, everything is enclosed: the people are right on top of each other and can't get up and walk away.
Patrick O'Brian
My message is: You don't have to give up being popular, fun, or fashionable in order to be smart; they can go hand and hand. Doing math is a great way to exercise your brain; being smart is going to make you more powerful in life.
Danica McKellar
Almost all our desires, when examined, contain something too shameful to reveal.
Victor Hugo
I do a medley of hymns in all of my sets, whether I'm in an arena, in a theater, in an amusement park.
Yolanda Adams
And it was the idea that you can do a play - like a Shakespeare play, or any well-written play, Arthur Miller, whatever - and say things you could never imagine saying, never imagine thinking in your own life.
James Earl Jones
People have bad things to say about publishers, but I think they still have services, and I want to see what they are. And if they end up not being any good, I don't have to keep using them.
Amanda Hocking
Today we see a human population of over 6 billion people, many of whom have serious medical conditions, which either can't be treated or cannot be treated economically.
Ralph Merkle
Time elaborately thrown away.
Edward Young
My God, whose son, as on this night, took on Him the form of man, and for man vouchsafed to suffer and bleed, controls thy hand, and without His behest, thou canst not strike a stroke. My God is sinless, eternal, all-wise, and in Him is my trust, and though stripped and crushed by thee, -though naked, desolate, void of resource- I do not despair:where the lance of Guthrum now wet with my blood, I should not despair. I watch, I toil, I hope, I pray: Jehovah, in His own time, will aid.
Charlotte Bronte
