Hymns Of Purpose Quotes

#1. It isn't the past which holds us back, it's the future; and how we undermine it, today.

Viktor E. Frankl

#2. Maybe the strongest fighters are the nurturers because they're connected to something deep in their core, they've got something to fight for, they've got something worth saving. Granddad

Cecelia Ahern

#3. Stress wouldn't be so hard to take if it were chocolate covered.

Jill Shalvis

#4. Love shouldn't be binding, but freeing.

Linda Wisdom

#5. Don't touch her.

Richelle Mead

#6. Welcome to the house of Gray and Graves where we never lie still and death is only the beginning ...

C.M. Stunich

#7. Virtue cannot dwell with wealth either in a city or in a house.

Diogenes

#8. You see, I'm not the hack. God is. And the Old Fart doesn't know how to write a conclusion that'll satisfy his audience. He leaves that to us, his lost children, doing his dirty work, inventing uplifting endings to erase his mistakes.

Rafael Yglesias

#9. I may be the prat in the hat, that's cool, but I drive an Aston Martin DB5.

Jay Kay

#10. If I lived through the next day or so, I needed to start keeping track of where these jokers liked to get their bloodthirsty freak on. It might give me an edge someday. Or at least a list of places that could use a nice burning down. I hadn't burned down a building in ages.

Jim Butcher

#11. That is simply that Marxism has been tremendously fashionable in our time, so it has infected a very large number of major institutions in many countries of the world. So I suppose that we shouldn't be too surprised that it should infect the church as well.

Jeane Kirkpatrick

#12. One of the reasons I will never leave Nigeria is because, in this country, anything can happen.

A. Igoni Barrett

#13. If you wanna make a friend, solve a problem for them. No problem to solve? Create one.

Michael Weston

#14. The art of writing is not unlike the act of screaming. A constant flow of otherworldly emotions with tempos high and hymns low. All to amount to some purpose not so loudly spoken: the whisper of change the heart of a writer weeps to reap.

Rosca Marx