Mel Trotter Quotes

#1. The fields were fruitful, and starving men moved on the roads.

John Steinbeck

#2. Yet never sleep the sun up. Prayer shou'd
Dawn with the day. There are set, awful hours
'Twixt heaven and us. The manna was not good
After sun-rising; far day sullies flowres.
Rise to prevent the sun; sleep doth sin glut,
And heaven's gate opens when the world's is shut.

Henry Vaughan

#3. Misfortune seemed to hang on him like day-before smoke.

Michael Punke

#4. Do you think my mind is maturing late, or simply rotted early?

Ogden Nash

#5. We have nothing to fear and a great deal to learn from trees, that vigorours and pacific tribe which without stint produces strengthening essences for us, soothing balms, and in whose gracious company we spend so many cool, silent, and intimate hours.

Marcel Proust

#6. My books are about losers, about people who've lost their way and are engaged in a search.

Antonio Tabucchi

#7. You told me how you hate daffodils because they're morbid. They stick around for a month making everything lemon drop yellow, then die and get replaced by worse flowers.

How the hell does an elementary schooler grasp the concept of beauty not being permanent?

Calista Lynne

#8. When you pray with this pipe, you pray for and with everything.

Black Elk

#9. Every single morning, I have a person sitting right there next to me in prayer with a tape recorder - and a song comes up every day.

Andrae Crouch

#10. Idolatry is not holding on to the wrong things; it is holding on to the good things wrongly, including God," Herbert McCabe, O.P., quoted in Christian Century, August 21, 2013, 21. Any

Rev. Joseph A. Heim

#11. All I know is that I feel in love with you, and I've never been more frightened about anything in my entire life.

Nicholas Sparks

#12. I'm for freedom, which I believe is a universal value that every human being is and that is a gift from God.

Dana Perino

#13. I've always been told my presence brightened up any room. One might think that went doubly for dank underground cell. (Jace)

Cassandra Clare

#14. The fringes of their deserts were strewn with broken faiths.

T.E. Lawrence