God Will Make Your Enemies Your Footstool Quotes

#1. God is fighting your battles. When you're at rest, God will make your enemies your footstool.

Joel Osteen

#2. You have a part-time job and that's better to no job at all

Dan Quayle

#3. I fix what's broken - except in the heart.

Bernard Malamud

#4. You can cry about how things aren't fair, or you can stand tall and make things fair.

David Dalglish

#5. Kemo Sabe, kiss my ass.

Lyle Lovett

#6. Are men like babies? Is trying to distract them a better tactic than asking them to behave reasonably?

Sophie Hannah

#7. The United States form a young republic, a confederacy which ought ever to be cemented by a union of interests and affection, under the influence of those principles which obtained their independence.

Mercy Otis Warren

#8. Ive been to 50 of these 60 US states

Barack Obama

#9. She'd say the girl needed warmth and affection and someone to look after her, but Jack had to wonder if that didn't have more to do with a woman's own desires than the needs of a child.

Eowyn Ivey

#10. I used to teach acting in a maximum security men's prison. I worked with guys with the most dysfunctional behavior problems. I probably learned more there than from my prestigious theater degree.

Diane Farr

#11. God can make your enemies your footstool.

Joel Osteen

#12. Reaction is just that - an action you have taken before. When you "re-act," what you do is assess the incoming data, search your memory bank for the same or nearly the same experience, and act the way you did before. This is all the work of the mind, not of your soul.

Neale Donald Walsch

#13. Kiev's attempts to exert economic pressure on Donbas (region of east Ukraine) and disrupt its daily life only aggravates the situation. This is a dead-end track, fraught with a big catastrophe.

Vladimir Putin

#14. If you begin to think you're something you're not, you're looking in the wrong mirror.

Eugene Cernan

#15. I'm scared of the future. I'm scared of the past. I'm nervous at the moment.

David Mitchell