“As a writer, I am not goddess of the universes I create. I am at most a stage manager of the plentiful gifts which tumble out of the horn of plenty, which is to say there is a source so sweet and forgiving and generous that I pray every day to let that source be my guide.” UniverseStageSweetSourcePrayingForgivingGuidesPlentyManagersGenerousGoddessHornsI PrayPlentifulStage Managers Author:Rebecca Wells
“Oh, talk not to me of a name great in story; The days of our youth are the days of our glory; And the myrtle and ivy of sweet two-and-twenty Are worth all your laurels, though ever so plenty.” TwoStoriesNamesYouthSweetGloryTwentiesPlentyIvyLaurelsMyrtle Author:Lord Byron
“How easy it is to work for God when we are filled with His Spirit! His service is so sweet, so delightful; He is not a hard master. People talk about their being overworked and breaking down. It is not so. It is [over-worry] and care that wears people out. Why do so many workers break down? Not from overwork, but because there has been friction of the machinery; there hasn't been enough of the oil of the Spirit. Great engines have their machinery so arranged that where there is friction there is oil dropping on it all the time. It is a good thing for Christians to have plenty of oil.” PeopleHas BeensHardEnoughCareChristianSpiritEasyBreakWorrySweetMastersFilledGood ThingsWorkersOilPlentyEnginesDelightfulBreaking DownMachineryDroppingFrictionOverwork Author:Dwight L. Moody
“Nobody else even approaches the trumpet like [Sweets Edison] does: Never too much and always plenty. He's the greatest trumpet player to play along with singers. He exactly knows how to play with you, how to answer you about what you just sang ... On top of that, he has some great sense of humor, both as a musician and as a man. Every time I see him, I'm laughing so much. Sweets is impeccable and incomparable.” KnowsMenDoePlayAnswersLaughingKnow HowToo MuchPlayerSweetApproachMusicianSingersPlentySense Of HumorTrumpetsIncomparableImpeccable Author:Ella Fitzgerald
“O Mistress mine, where are you roaming? O, stay and hear; your true love's coming, That can sing both high and low: Trip no further, pretty sweeting; Journeys end in lovers meeting, Every wise man's son doth know. What is love? 'Tis not hereafter; Present mirth hath present laughter; What's to come is still unsure: In delay there lies not plenty; Then, come kiss me, sweet and twenty, Youth's a stuff will not endure.” KnowsMenStillsEndsLyingStuffWiseJourneyYouthMinesSonSweetLoversKissingLowsLaughterTwentiesMeetingsEndurePlentyDelayMistressHereafterKiss MeMirthUnsureWhat Is LoveHighs And LowsRoamingTwelfth Night ImportantLovers Meeting Author:William Shakespeare
“She bounded before me, and returned to my side, and was off again like a young greyhound; and, at first, I found plenty of entertaiment in listening to the larks singing far and near; and enjoying the sweet, warm sunshine; and watching her, my pet, and my delight, with her golden ringlets flying loose behind, and her bright cheek, as soft and pure in its bloom, as a wild rose, and her eyes radiant with cloudless pleasure. She was a happy creautre, and an angel in those those days. It is a pity she could not stay content.” FirstsEyeYoungFoundEnjoySidesPleasureBehindsSweetListeningPureSingingAngelRoseDelightWarmFlyingPityGoldenPlentyPetSunshineCheeksHer EyesRadiantLarksGreyhoundsWild Roses Author:Emily Bronte