#deserted

I would love to hear all types of Christian artists played all over the world. I'd love to hear good, positive mainstream music played all over the place. I'd love to be able to bring music together. But I have not deserted Christ. I have not deserted my faith. ↗

— Stacie Orrico

#artists #bring #christ #christian #deserted

A quarrel is quickly settled when deserted by one party; there is no battle unless there be two. ↗

— Lucius Annaeus Seneca

#deserted #party #quarrel #quickly #settled

Men resemble great deserted palaces: the owner occupies only a few rooms and has closed-off wings where he never ventures. ↗

— Francois Mauriac

#few #great #men #never #occupies

Very few people deserted me when I went to prison. They stayed loyal. ↗

— Jeffrey Archer

#few #few people #i #loyal #me

For some years I deserted religion in favour of Marxism. The republic of goodness seemed more attainable than the Kingdom of God. ↗

— Lionel Blue

#deserted #favour #god #goodness #i

A nice pop star would do you nice on one of those deserted islands. ↗

— Tom Felton

#islands #nice #pop #pop star #star

Whatever success I may have attained is due to the fact that since I was old enough to work at all, my ambition has never deserted me. ↗

— Anna Held

#attained #deserted #due #enough #fact

It was so quiet that morning in Paris that the heels of my two companions and myself were loud on the deserted pavements. It was a city of shuttered shops, and barred windows, and deserted avenues. ↗

— Philip Gibbs

#barred #city #companions #deserted #heels

That was' one time when my technique absolutely deserted me, I must admit. There was a wax face that he had created himself to cover his own ugliness. I was in his clutches and I had to hit him in the face. ↗

— Fay Wray

#admit #clutches #cover #created #deserted

The moon seemed to veil herself before the bold looks of Satan. The night was cold. All the doors were closed, all the windows darkened. and the streets deserted. From their appearance, one would have imagined that, for a long time past no foot had traversed those silent streets. Everything around us bore a death-like aspect. It seemed as if, when day came, no one would open their doors; that no head, of woman or of child, would look out of those dark, dull windows; that no step would break the silence which fell, like a pall, upon all around. I seemed to be walking in a city which had been buried some ages. In truth, the town seemed to have been depopulated, and the cemetery to have grown full. Still we went forward, without hearing a murmur, or meeting even with a shadow. The street stretched for a long way across this fearful city of silence and repose. At last we reached my house. 'You remember it?' said the fiend. 'Yes,' replied I, sullenly, 'let us enter.' 'First,' said he, 'we must open the door. It is I, by the way, who invented the science of opening doors without breaking them in. In fact, I have a second key to all doors and gates - with one exception - that of Paradise!' ("The Dead Man's Story") ↗

— James Hain Friswell

#devil #door #doors #key #keys