Draw nigh to God,
Draw nigh to God, and He will draw nigh to you. Keep near to the fountain-head and with joy shall ye draw water out of the wells of salvation. Gardiner Spring
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Draw nigh to God, and He will draw nigh to you. Keep near to the fountain-head and with joy shall ye draw water out of the wells of salvation. Gardiner Spring
We are guilty of many errors and many faults, But our worst crime is abandoning the children, Neglecting the fountain of life. Many of the things we need can wait. The child cannot. Right now is the time his bones are being formed, His blood is being made, And his senses are being developed. To … Read more
The fountains of sacred rivers flow upwards (i.e., everything is turned topsy turvy). Euripides
I personally would like to bring a tortoise onto the stage, turn it into a racehorse, then into a hat, a song, a dragoon and a fountain of water. One can dare anything in the theatre and it is the place where one dares the least. Eugene Ionesco
For more than twenty years by my own work and personal initiative, I have gathered from all the old streets of Vieux Paris photographic plates, 18 x 24 format, artistic documents of the beautiful civil architecture of the 16th to the 19th century: the old hôtels, historic or curious houses, beautiful facades, beautiful doors, beautiful … Read more
I only wish to be the fountain of love from which you drink, every drop promising eternal passion. Erich Fromm
A beneficent person is like a fountain watering the earth, and spreading fertility; it is, therefore, more delightful to give than to receive. Epicurus
I hated the things they believe in, the things they so innocently and charmingly pretended. I hated the sanctimonious piety that let people hurt helpless creatures. I hated the prayers and the hymns – the fountains and the red images that coloured their drab music, the fountains filled with blood, the sacrifice of the lamb. … Read more
Religion will prove to the believer a comforter and a sure guide to the fountain of true happiness. Ellen G. White
Lucy swayed in shock. A gust of wind moaned through the conservatory and blew out all but one of her candles. Simon must have done this. He’d destroyed his fairyland conservatory. Why? She sank to her knees, huddled on the cold floor, her one remaining flame cradled in her numb palms. She’d seen how tenderly … Read more