#andrew

I did loads of sessions with Andrew Oldham. ↗

— Jim Sullivan

#did #i #loads #sessions

When I read Andrew Motion's biography, I wept. It's something about the purity of the story and how fresh it was because of the love letters Keats wrote. ↗

— Jane Campion

#andrew #because #biography #fresh #how

[T]he mystery of the Trinity is the mystery of Holiness: the Glory and the Power of the Trinity is the Glory and Power of God who makes us holy. There is God dwelling in light inaccessibly, a consuming fire of Holy Love, destroying all that resists, glorifying into its own purity all that yields. There is the Son, casting Himself into that consuming fire, whether in its eternal blessedness in heaven, or its angry wrath on earth, a willing sacrifice, to be its food and its satisfaction, as well as the revelation of its power to destroy and to save. And there is the Spirit of Holiness, the flames of that mighty fire spreading on every side, convicting and judging as the Spirit of Burning, and then transforming into its own brightness and holiness all that it can reach. All the relations of the Three Persons to each other and to us have their root and their meaning in the revelation of God as the Holy One. As we know and partake of Him, we shall know and partake of Holiness. ↗

— Andrew Murray

#holy-in-christ #the-trinity #food

Torch strode over and stared at the fiver "What's this?" "Some change for you. Buy your flunkies some decent clothes." I dipped my fingers into the jar and smeared think fragrant paste on my face. Torch frowned, mirroring the expression on my aunt's face. "Change?" Oh, for crying out loud. "It's money. We don't use coins as currency now, we use paper money." He stared at me. "I'm insulting you! I'm saying your poor, like a beggar, because your undead are in rags. I'm offering to clothe your servants for you, because you can't provide for them. Come on, how thick do you have to be?" He jerked his hand up. A jet of flame erupted from his fingers, sliding against the ward. I jerked back from the windows on instinct. The fire died. I leaned forward. "Do you understand now?" More fire. "What's the matter? Was that not enough money? ↗

— Ilona Andrews

#ilona-andrews #kate #magic-bleeds #poor #change

The Supreme Court of the United States is hereby commanded to try Andrew Johnson for usurpation of our Imperial authority and prerogatives, and if found guilty, behead him or send him here to black the Emperor's boots. ↗

— Joshua A. Norton

#authority #behead #black #boots #commanded

Andrew has talked about my character being the conscience of the film, the heart of the film. ↗

— Jared Leto

#andrew #being #character #conscience #film

Floating, falling, sweet intoxication. Touch me, trust me, savor each sensation. Let the dream begin, let your darker side give in to the power of the music of the night. ↗

— Charles Hart

#music #opera #phantom-of-the-opera #dreams

He is dangerous, he is beautiful, I could drown in his understanding. ↗

— Orson Scott Card

#ender #novinha #wiggin #beauty

However strong the branch becomes, however far away it reaches round the home, out of sight of the vine, all its beauty and all its fruitfulness ever depend upon that one point of contact where it grows out of the vine. So be it with us too. ↗

— Andrew Murray

#andrew-murray #holy-in-christ #beauty

And here face down beneath the sun And here upon earth's noonward height To feel the always coming on The always rising of the night ↗

— Archibald MacLeish

#death #night #poem #poet #poetry