If a man has any brains at all, let him hold on to his calling, and, in the grand sweep of things, his turn will come at last.
I'm sort of religious, actually. God can be interpreted many ways, I think. If others were more open-minded about what god can be, instead of just calling it god and saying it works this way or that way, we'd all be in a better situation and a better place.
One of the reasons I'm not so keen on people calling me an "experimental" writer is that it suggests the work is about the experiment, when it's always the opposite - any "experimentation" is dictated by the material.
You can't fulfill your calling in your comfort zone!
It’s scary to realize that the only thing holding our friends to us isn’t our performance, or our lovability, or their guilt, or their obligation. The only thing that will keep them calling, spending time with us, and putting up with us is love. And that’s the one thing we can’t control.
I will follow my logic, no matter where it goes, after it has consulted with my heart. If you ever come to a conclusion without calling the heart in, you will come to a bad conclusion.
Being in a state of mystery seems to be my calling.
I felt better about myself that I did it [calling Max Askeli Commander Askeli], rather than have - rather than thinking it and not writing it for being afraid of what might happen to me.
What is the point in calling anything God if it does not also hold sway in every part of one's life--especially one's politics?
The mountains are calling and I must go.
You are such a chicken. Bock. Bock. Bock. " He refused to allow her very bad chicken impression to ruffle his feathers. He was above petty name-calling.
I pursued a theatre career, and Hollywood came calling.
The work of preaching is the highest and greatest and most glorious calling to which anyone can ever be called.
Regarding heroism, I grew up in a culture where you learn about heroes and heroines all the time. In a way, when you call someone a hero or heroine, it's the same as calling them a villain.
Is this really the church of Christ, or are we just calling it the church because of our traditions and history?
Deep within us all there is an amazing inner sanctuary of the soul, a holy place, a Divine Centre, a speaking voice, to which we may continuously return. Eternity is at our hearts, pressing upon our time-torn lives, warming us with intimations of an astounding destiny, calling us home unto itself.
I write because I must. It's not a choice or a pastime, it's an unyielding calling and my passion.
Now I'm a God, but tomorrow, when you have to stop me from playing with dead things again, you'll be right back to calling me an idiot, won't you?
People are always calling me a mirror and if a mirror looks into a mirror, what is there to see?
In retrospect, of course I regret calling them (Charlton fans) morons. Imbeciles would have been more appropriate.