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
For some reason, being on time in this industry can be a lost art form, especially for actors! It's important to remember that other people are always waiting for you on set, and it's really unfair to make them wait.
Becca Tobin
Prayer can do anything that God can do.
R. A. Torrey
If God were to appear in my room, obviously I would be in awe, but I don't think I would be humble. I might cry, but I think he would dig me like crazy.
Marc Bolan
T. Rex
God speaks, but always in the voice of the voiceless, the defenceless, the powerless. If the powerful do not hear God in this way, they will not hear God at all.
Allan Boesak
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
