"Lack of responsibility on your part does not constitute an emergency on my part."

That's a quote from my professor and it will be in my future-book called Surviving Grade Six: The Drama Years.

In other news, Becky's Book Quotes has taken a break in order to survive the last 3 weeks of the term. All the other posts were typed at the same time and pre-scheduled for daily posting. Haha. :) See you later, alligator!

Expository Thoughts on Mark

Fathers and mothers... cannot give their children new hearts. They can give them Christian education, and show them the way of life; but they cannot give them a will to choose Christ's service, and a mind to love God. Yet there is one thing they can always do; -- they can pray for them... Even when they will not let us speak to them about religion, they cannot prevent us speaking for them to God. p.146

Expository Thoughts on Mark

We ought to remember this in the training and education of children. In all our management we must never forget, that the seeds of all mischief and wickedness are in their hearts... They carry within them a heart ready for any sin, and until that heart is changed they are not safe, whatever we do... But no bad companion teaches a boy or girl half as much sin as their own hearts will suggest to them, unless they are renewed by the Spirit.

Expository Thoughts on Mark

But while we live, let us pray for others. It is the greatest kindness we can do to any one, to speak for him to our Lord Jesus Christ. p.148

The great Shepherd of the sheep makes no mistakes. He leads every lamb of His flock by the right way to the city of habitation. p.152

Expository Thoughts on Mark by J.C. Ryle

Let us spare no pains in labouring to bring men and women to the knowledge of Jesus Christ, that they may be saved. It is a comfortable thought, that "as many as touch Him will be made whole." p.133

External observances alone feed no conscience and sanctify no hearts. p.135

Thoughts are the parents of words and deeds. Let us pray daily for grace to keep our thoughts n order and let us cry earnestly and fervently, 'lead us not into temptation.' p.144

The man who never speaks to God about his own soul, can know nothing of praying for others. p.147

The Railway Children by E. Nesbit

Don't you think it's rather nice to think that we're in a book that God's writing? If I were writing the book, I might make mistakes. But God knows how to make the story end just right -- int he way that's best for us.

The Holy War by John Bunyan

Remember, therefore, O my Mansoul, that thou art beloved of me. As I have, therefore, taught thee to watch, to fight, to pray, and to make war against my foes; so now I command thee to believe that my love is constant to thee. O my Mansoul, how have I set my heart, my love upon thee! Watch. Behold I lay none other burden upon thee than what thou hast already. Hold fast, till I come.

Soul Depths and Soul Heights by Octavius Winslow

'I must confess,' says holy Baxter, 'as the experience of my soul, that the expectation of loving my friend in heaven powerfully kindles my love to them while on earth. If I thought I should never know, and consequently never love them after this life, I should remember them with temporal things, and love them as such, but now I delightfully commune with my pious friends, in a firm persuasion that I shall commune with them forever.'

Let's Study Philippians by Sinclair Ferguson

We must reserve in our hearts a sanctuary of love for Jesus Christ -- a sanctuary from which everything but trust in Him and love for Him is barred.

Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini

For you a thousand times over.

Self-Raised by E.D.E.N. Southworth

Boys, you know, are about as grateful as pigs, who devour the acorns without ever looking up to see whence they came.

A Day No Pigs Would Die by Robert Newton Peck

"Papa," I said, "of all the things in the world to see, I reckon the heavens at sundown has got to be my favorite sight..."

Cry, the Beloved Country

Msimangu opened the book, and read to them first from the book. And Kumalo had not known that his friend had such a voice. For the voice was of gold, and the voice had love for the words it was reading. The voice shook and beat and trembled, not as the voice of an old man shakes and beats and trembles, nor as a leaf shakes and beats and trembles, but as a deep bell when it is struck. For it was not only a voice of god, but it was the voice of a man whose heart was golden, reading from a book of golden words. And the people were silent, and Kumalo was silent, for when are three such things found in one place together?

Cry, the Beloved Country by Alan Paton

Cry, the beloved country, for the unborn child that is the inheritor of our fear. Let him not love the earth too deeply. Let him not laugh too gladly when the water runs through his fingers, nor stand too silent when the setting sun makes red the veld with fire. Let him not be too moved when the birds of his land are singing, nor give too much of his heart to a mountain or a valley. For fear will rob him of all if he gives too much.

Duncan's War by Douglas Bond

"Stumbling's of more than one kind, Duncan, m'lad." He stopped cutting and looked earnestly at his son. "Stumblings of heart, mind ye, break more than bones. Aye, guard yer heart, lad; guard yer heart. Ye can seem to keep the Covenant with yer hands and feet. that's the easy part, but if yer not keeping Covenant with yer heart, ye can't be honoring King Jesus."

The Teacher's Funeral by Richard Peck

Us Methodists said dancing was nothing but hugging to music.

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She had the longest nose in North America. It stood up against the yawning lid, shiny and sharp with a flaring nostril. She had a snout on her long enough to drink water down a crawdad hole.