St. Vincent Quotes

You know that the pursuit of worldly things does not bring contentment. Find satisfaction in becoming a worker among the Lord's workers

None of us will truly have freedom until we know what it means to lose everything" - Laney

I finally understand. Cancer is not a gypsy curse. It's a huge smashing wave. It catches you and drags you out. And anybody can be spit back up, and anybody can drown. -The Lucky Place

I would I were alive again to kiss the fingers of the rain.

God does not deal with denomination, He deals with nomination and conformation for a higher life.

Patience is the virtue that forges great men.

And so beneath the weight lay IAnd suffered death, but could not die.

Tod's pale brows arched halfway up his forehead, and he looked suddenly, achingly wistful. "She knows not what she says..."Maybe not. But I was starting to get a pretty good idea...

We write or we are written upon. The whole of our lives is the clumsy attempt to wield the pen with grace.

Are you a man with a conscience, or just a shark who will die when you stop moving forward?

The best lie was always just short of the truth.

Remember that when you say ‘I will have none of this exile and this stranger for his face is not like my face and his speech is strange, ’ you have denied America with that word.

We share that misfortune, reaper...

She was walking into doors againA regular habit so it seems"From the Domestic

When one star sets, a million spring forth.

There is a wilderness we walk aloneHowever well-companioned

Dying a thousand deaths in my head to protect you is better than losing you one time in the flesh."~ Gustaf Ræliksen

As long as it makes you happy. For the rest of my life, I will do whatever it takes to ensure it. As my wife, you will not want for anything. What you desire, I will provide.

THE MAIN DUTY OF LAW enforcement is law breaking. Right now the disciplined forces jobs are the reserve of the ‘elite’ and security has little meaning, money is the arbiter of law breaking.

Am I kin to Sorrow, That so oftFalls the knocker of my door—Neither loud nor soft, But as long accustomed—Under Sorrow’s hand?

If a tattoo is supposed to make a statement, that kid’s body is just plain babbling.

Writing is taking human experience and wrapping it up into a package of your own ideas and hoping someone will pull the bow smiling on top to see what's hiding inside.

If you are different from the rest of the flock, they bite you

Boys, at war, so far away, will naturally droop, both in body and mind, from lack of a particular girl’s snuggling and cuddling.

The quality of people's lives is in direct proportion to their commitment to excellence, regardless of their chosen field of endeavour.

But this is deception. It’s moving very fast, and just because you can’t see and feel it, doesn’t mean it’s not the truth.

Into each dance must be packed the panic and ecstasy of her last moment of life, for underneath was death.

Maddock stabbed his fried egg with his fork, and bright yellow yolk bled all over his plate like a sunshine hemorrhage.

Generousity invents prosperity

Searching my heart for its true sorrow, This is the thing I find to be: That I am weary of words and people, Sick of the city, wanting the sea.

I opened my mouth to tell her that everything would be okay, but the words melted like sugar on my tongue-sweet yet insubstantial.

The Empire State, a lonely dinosaur, rose sadly at midtown, highest tower, tallest mountain, longest road, King Kong's eyrie, meant to moor airships, alas.

Down you mongrel Death! Back into your kennel!

As for what you're calling hard luck - well we made New England out of it. That and codfish.

Architecture is a continuing dialogue between generations which creates an environment across time.

And all the loveliest things there be Come simply so it seems to me.

Love me please I love you I can bear to be your friend. So ask of me anything ... I am not a tentative person. Whatever I do I give up my whole self to it.

If I ever said in grief or pride I tired of honest things I lied.

Strange how few After all's said and done the things that are Of moment.

Not truth but faith it is that keeps the world alive.

My heart is warm with the friends I make And better friends I'll not be knowing Yet there isn't a train I wouldn't take No matter where it's going.

With him for a sire and her for a dam What should I be but just what I am?

Hope is some extraordinary spiritual grace that God gives us to control our fears not to oust them.

It is not true that life is one damn thing after another- it's one damn thing over and over.

My candle burns at both ends It will not last the night But ah my foes and oh my friends - It gives a lovely light.

Honesty rare as a man without self-pity Kindness as large and plain as a prairie wind.

Where you used to be there is a hole in the world which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime and falling into at night. I miss you like hell.

'Tis not love's going hurts my days but that it went in little ways.

After all my erstwhile dear my no longer cherished need we say it was no love just because it perished?

And if I loved you Wednesday well what is that to you? I do not love you Thursday - so much is true.