Judyth Parks Quotes

#1. There's nothing you can do God's business is adoption, Child, And He has chosen you.

Beth Moore

#2. My father put it right when he said: 'I don't get ulcers. I give ulcers.'

Edgar Bronfman, Sr.

#3. My name is June Iparis.

Marie Lu

#4. Gossips are frogs, they drinke and talke.

George Herbert

#5. Like Jonah, you may lose your gourd, but you cannot lose your God.

Charles Spurgeon

#6. Let me play the lion too: I will roar that I will do any man's heart good to hear me. I will roar that I will make the duke say 'Let him roar again, let him roar again.

William Shakespeare

#7. Because we want to be inwardly secure, we are constantly seeking methods and means for this security, and thereby we create authority, the worship of another, which destroys comprehension, that spontaneous tranquility of mind in which alone there can be a state of creativeness.

Jiddu Krishnamurti

#8. I'm sorry. I behaved like a jerk.
You did.
Is that forgiveness?
I'm not sure. I think it's an acknowledgment of imperfection. And an admission that I believe time is too short to hold a grudge.

Janet Mullany

#9. No matter what we breed we are still made of greed

Imagine Dragons

#10. Throughout my academic career, I'd given some pretty good talks. But being considered the best speaker in the computer science department is like being known as the tallest of the Seven Dwarfs.

Randy Pausch

#11. Most of our modern portrait painters are doomed to absolute oblivion. They never paint what they see. They paint what the public sees, and the public never sees anything.

Oscar Wilde

#12. Ever since I was a little boy, I dreamed I would do something important in aviation.

Neil Armstrong

#13. Hard to put things right. You don't often get that chance. Sometimes all you can do is not get caught.

Donna Tartt

#14. Perhaps such things pass for virtue among the gods. But how is there glory in taking life? We die so easily. Would you make him another Pyrrhus? Let the stories of him be something more.

Madeline Miller

#15. Autumn, in his leafless bowers, is waiting for the winter's snow.

John Greenleaf Whittier