A.C. Anderson Quotes
Why are you being so mean?”“Friends tell friends the truth.”“Yeah, but not to hurt. To help.
One does so hate to admit that the average woman is kinder, finer, more quick of sympathy and on the whole so much more first class than the average man.
Besides, that MBA is a Masters of Business Administration, not a Masters of Business Leadership.
By remembering how much we have to be grateful for we remind ourselves how beautifully God is already providing for our current needs.
Good equippers do like Jesus did it: recruit twelve, graduate eleven, and focus on three.
There is nothing so rewarding as to make people realize that they are worthwhile in this world.
The farther you go, however, the harder it is to return. The world has many edges, and it's easy to fall off.
Across galaxies of time and spaceTravelling just to see your faceLost amidst the countless starsTo bring me back to where you are.
It doesn't matter where I go, I don't want to be there. And then I get to the next place, and I don't want to be there either.
I don't know what I shall do. I just want to go away and look at people and think.
And though, truly, she sometimes felt like something inside her had disappeared, it seemed that must be a natural part of growing up. Standing out too much made one feel too alone to do it forever.
Dialogue with the self is the source of all insight and insight is the only thing that can change your life.
Dialogue can help you find out if you’ve been brainwashed or not.
Only ever doing what feels comfortable is a form of suicide.
Familiarity breeds contempt, for others at first, but then inwardly, contempt towards ourselves.
You are the only common denominator in everything that has happened to you in life, be it good or bad. To learn/grow from these experiences, you must accept the role you played in each of them.
If you can't stand the heat in the kitchen, keep cooking. Success comes from repeatedly doing things that make you uncomfortable.
It is essential to our health and happiness that we dedicate ourselves to some kind of mission or purpose that transcends the mundane hustle and bustle of daily living.
By looking to the Source, to the Creator of nature, we can remember how to navigate life organically, with less struggle, and less suffering.
When one dream dies we replace it with another.
...in the middle of the field, Harry suddenly stopped and looked back. Mr. Chad was all alone in the creepy woods. He could take care of himself...couldn't he? Of course he could, he was a teacher.
To kiss then was the most natural thing in the world. To explore, to taste, to find out. Katie did find out. When they parted from each other, the world was that much more of a beautiful thing.
We want all the benefits of the resurrection without acknowledging our dependence on God as mortal creatures.
Write. Write write write write WRITE. Write. Now.(This is an inspirational writing quote.)
If the Good Lord meant men to use percussion caps, he wouldn't have strung flint all over the ground.
It is not required that we know all of the details about every stretch of the river. Indeed, were we to know, it would not be an adventure, and I wonder if there would be much point in the journey.
Certainly there is life and there is death, but even in death, if we look closely enough, we will find grace.
We have another chance to navigate, perhaps in a slightly different way than we did yesterday. We cannot go back. But we can learn.
I was just wondering how long we were going to pretend like we annoyed each other before we started sleeping together.
It was in that small lack of movement that Poet could see true horror. A mirror held up to the human race and how it can be manipulated. Ruined.
I'm electric with vertigo, even though I'm on the ground, vertigo like I felt once when I stood on the edge of a high cliff in Arizona and looked straight down.
Howling duststorms of nuclear ashes. Human and animal bone powder. Flakes and fragments of the destroyed world. Filthy tempests of death. I am in Hell, he said.
There was no sign of any life, just erratic hints of a faded sun peeking down with sorrow on the dead world it once nourished.
My instinct told me that she didn't want me to understand. What she felt and lived with couldn't be shared or understood by anyone else.
What mattered was stil there. That was what they all felt, and what surprised them all. What mattered couldnt be shaken.
Just sayin' you got a hot nature, little girl. Quick to anger, quick to lust. Some people are just like that - hot-blooded.
What would happen if you stopped fighting, and gave yourself permission to feel? Not just the good things, but everything?
Mother's Eden: Does your Matthew... Well, does he make you feel as if he just handed you a handful of Stars?Eden: He make me feel as if he handed me the moon as well, Mama. Maybe the whole universe.
I don't know how to be anything but pretend, " I replied, and it ached in me how true that really was. "But if I could be real, I'd be real for you.
