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
I will confess I am a great wingman. Since I have a girlfriend, I'll start the night with her, but then I'll help out the guys by making them sound like the most incredible guys in the world.
Louis Tomlinson
One Direction
The secret in riding is to do few things right. The more one does, the less one succeeds. The less one does, the more one succeeds.
Nuno Oliveira
The high-spirited man may indeed die, but he will not stoop to meanness. Fire, though it may be quenched, will not become cool.
Ovid
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
