I am the bow of love. I’m also the bow of hate. Same spelling, different pronunciations and meanings. Would you like me to gift wrap my greeting?
I am the bow of love. I’m also the bow of hate. Same spelling, different pronunciations and meanings. Would you like me to gift wrap my greeting?
I count as blessings things I could have benefited from, even if I neglected to utilize them. A gift is still a gift, even if left wrapped and unopened.
My identity and my security are not in my spiritual progress. My identity and my security are in God’s acceptance of me given as a gift in Christ.
Hydrogenated and androgynous milky white love is all I have to offer you. Would you like me to pour it in your coffee, or directly into your soul?
Time is the most precious gift you can give to someone, because if you give someone your time. It's a part of your life that you will never get back.
I'll give you a gift." Too late, you're already there ... ("Je vais t'offrir un cadeau." - Trop tard: tu es déjà là ...)
I'd rather strive for the kind of interview where instead of me asking to introduce myself to society, society asks me to introduce myself to society.
If you think that there's anything that you need to do for salvation, then you've missed the point of the Gospel. Eternal life is a gift from God!
I discovered that the real meaning of Christmas has nothing to do with you at all. It is about a very special gift. I want to you tell you about this gift.
Some people today are wandering generalities instead of meaningful specifics because they have failed to discover and mine the wealth of potentials in them.
The more varied the environments in which you exercise your leadership gift, the stronger that gift will become. You will become a far more effective leader.
A man should be more original than a bouquet of roses and a box of chocolates. Flowers die and sugar sticks to your hips like a permanent record to a criminal.
Start where you are-do anything you can do, and do everything you can do, until you find something you must do! That something is probably your spiritual gift.
I often wonder if my imagination is one of God’s choicest gifts bestowed upon me to deliberately break me free from the frequent doldrums of my humanity.
I want to give the gift of life—to myself, in the form of my clone. So I’ll be giving myself myself, and I’ll be grateful—and so will I.