#hen

The apostles were moved, not so much by an intellectual apprehension, as by a spiritual illumination. They met men, and the need of those men whom they met cried aloud to them. ↗

— Roland Allen

#apostles #apprehension #cried #illumination #intellectual

The gentleman puts me in mind of an old hen which persists in setting after her eggs are taken away. ↗

— Fisher Ames

#away #eggs #gentleman #hen #her

I've always liked trees. And then, growing up, I took an interest in ecology, hedges being destroyed, the landscape being turned into prairies. ↗

— Clive Anderson

#being #destroyed #ecology #growing #growing up

When I'm shooting a film, I don't look at playback. I don't go and do a scene and then hurry up and watch what I just did. I never look at it so I haven't seen any of it. ↗

— Andre Benjamin

#did #film #go #haven #hurry

We may affirm, then, that the main drift of the later Renaissance was away from a humanism that favored a free expansion toward a humanism that was in the highest degree disciplinary and selective. ↗

— Irving Babbitt

#away #degree #disciplinary #drift #expansion

I heard that Jesus had a pet dinosaur. Evolution must be a myth then. ↗

— John Bacon

#evolution #had #heard #i #jesus

I mean the flesh, never fade! The flesh never leave the creation, see, because with that divine spirit the flesh cannot fade. If the spirit is weak then the flesh fade, seen? ↗

— Peter Tosh

#cannot #creation #divine #fade #flesh

No, only disappointment in myself on those occasions I didn't manage to rise to the occasion as I felt I should've done. I can always see how to do it, and then the challenge is, Can I manage that each and every day? ↗

— Christian Bale

#challenge #day #disappointment #done #each

But every act in consequence of our faith, strengthens faith. ↗

— Anna Letitia Barbauld

#consequence #every #faith #our #strengthens

When one by one our ties are torn, and friend from friend is snatched forlorn; when man is left alone to mourn, oh! then how sweet it is to die! ↗

— Anna Letitia Barbauld

#die #forlorn #friend #how #left