Fearfully Quotes

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do-it-badly-do-it-slowly-do-it-fearfully-do-it-any-way-you-have-to-but-do-it-steve-chandler
i-swear-fearfully-at-conventions-stage-anton-chekhov
i-am-not-yet-come-age-my-lord-how-can-i-be-queen-asked-constance-fearfully-laurel-a-rockefeller
there-is-something-fearfully-strengthening-about-cutting-free-even-if-ties-bandage-heart-itself-agnes-de-mille
my-parents-always-instilled-knowing-that-your-beautiful-that-your-fearfully-wonderfully-made-that-you-know-who-you-are
resolve-never-to-criticize-downgrade-yourself-but-instead-rejoice-that-you-are-fearfully-wonderfully-made-elizabeth-george
i-will-praise-thee-for-i-am-fearfully-wonderfully-made-psalm-13914-david
i-praise-you-because-i-am-fearfully-wonderfully-made-your-works-are-wonderful-i-know-that-full-well-psalm-13914
and-remember-your-lord-within-yourself-humbly-fearfully-quietly-in-morning-evening-do-not-be-neglectful-alaraf-205
theres-psalms-that-tell-you-things-that-nobody-tells-you-that-youre-fearfully-wonderfully-made-that-youre-beautiful-that-you-have-worth-basically
but-i-should-like-to-take-these-things-on-full-gallop-instead-dawdling-along-gaping-at-them-i-get-fearfully-tired-little-abbey-goes-long-way-with-susan-hale
dear-whoever-is-reading-this-youre-wonderfully-and-fearfully-made-so-smile-life-is-too-short-to-be-unhappy
i-will-praise-thee-for-i-am-fearfully-and-wonderfully-made-marvellous-are-thy-works-and-that-my-soul-knoweth-right-well
father-god-we-thank-you-for-your-marvelous-creation-we-are-fearfully-wonderfully-made-we-give-you-praise-honor-glory-pazaria-smith
a-cultivated-decent-man-cannot-be-vain-without-setting-fearfully-high-standard-for-himself-without-despising-almost-hating-himself-at-certain-moments-fyodor-dostoyevsky
one-chief-duties-fan-is-to-engage-in-arguments-with-man-behind-him-this-department-game-has-been-allowed-to-run-down-fearfully-robert-benchley
it-is-easy-at-times-for-lonely-individual-to-begin-fantasizing-about-what-people-outside-are-saying-about-him-in-result-irrationally-fearfully-sometimes-angrily-fancy-himself-vil
we-live-in-bodies-that-are-fearfully-wonderfully-made-yet-they-are-not-immune-to-illness-pain-we-have-hearts-that-are-capable-experiencing-great-adam-hamilton
change-can-be-beautiful-when-we-are-brave-enough-to-evolve-with-it-change-can-be-brutal-when-we-fearfully-resist-bryant-h-mcgill
face-your-monster-boldly-whole-world-will-cheer-you-on-run-from-your-monster-fearfully-heaven-will-cry-over-your-pieces-jessiqua-wittman
the-nation-that-complacently-fearfully-allows-its-artists-writers-to-become-suspected-rather-than-respected-is-no-longer-regarded-as-nation-james-thurber
dont-talk-to-me-any-more-about-poetry-for-months-unless-it-is-other-mens-work-i-really-love-verse-even-rubbish-but-im-fearfully-busy-at-novel-brush-d-h-lawrence
obedient-to-no-man-dependent-only-on-weather-season-without-goal-before-them-roof-above-them-owning-nothing-open-to-every-whim-fate-homeless-wanderers-lead-their-childlike-brave-
A loud clang of what sounded like a tray hitting the marble kitchen floor made Bree jump and Gianni go wide eyed with apparent terror. He covered his ears and shook his head. 'Bang! Bang! Bang!' He fell over and covered his head. Bree rushed over to him as he began shrieking fearfully. 'Maaammaaaaaa!' 'Is okay, Gianni. Just a ting falled down, ' Will said patting Gianni's back but Bree noticed her little boy's hand was shaking. 'It's okay, sweetie. Mommy's here. That's okay, ' she crouched down and gathered Gianni into her arms. 'Bang! Mama. It bang!' he wailed into her shoulder, trembling in her arms. 'It was just a loud noise. Cook just dropped something, probably a whole big plate of yucky beets. Isn't that funny?' she said, forcing a laugh. Jesus Christ, how much more violence would her children be forced to endure? Again, Bree felt selfish for bringing her innocent babies into the Dardano world. Gianni looked up at her, picking up on her tone he gave a small watery smile. 'Ucky ee 'Yucky yucky beets, ' Bree repeated bouncing him lightly as her heart returned to its normal rhythm in her chest. Gianni giggled and shuddered against her as the last remnants of his fear dissipated. Bree looked over at Will. 'You okay, sweetie?' Will blinked and looked over at her, wide eyed and his lower lip quivered, but he set his chin like she knew he'd watched Alessandro do and nodded. 'I bwave. I nod scared.' Bree smiled at him and kissed his cheek as she ran her fingers through his hair. 'Wow. That is pretty brave. I know I was scared when I first heard the noise.' 'Really?' Will asked hesitantly. 'Definitely, ' Bree nodded. Gianni echoed the gesture. 'Well, dat's diffen. You's a girl.' 'Oh, is that so?' Bree asked setting Gianni on the blanket next to her. 'So you think 'cause mommy's a girl she's a fraidy cat. Huh? Huh?' she asked poking him. Will curled in on himself and giggled as he tried to avoid her fingers.

E. Jamie
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The bast, dispersing in shreds in the sunset whispered "Time has begun." The son, Adam, stripped naked, descended into the Old Testament of his native land and arrayed himself in bast; a wreath of roadside field grass he placed upon his brow, a staff, not a switch, he pulled from the ground, flourishing the birch branch like a sacred palm. On the road he stood like a guard. The dust-gray road ran into the sunset. And a crow perched there, perched and croaked, there where the celestial fire consumed the earth. There were blind men along the dust-gray road running into the twilight. Antique, crooken, they trailed along, lonely and sinister silhouettes, holding to one another and to their leader's cane. They were raising dust. One was beard-less, he kept squinting. Another, a little old man with a protruding lip, was whispering and praying. A third, covered with red hair, frowned. Their backs were bent, their heads bowed low, their arms extended to the staff. Strange it was to see this mute procession in the terrible twilight. They made their way immutable, primordial, blind. Oh, if only they could open their eyes, oh if only they were not blind! Russian Land, awake! And Adam, rude image of the returned king, lowered the birch branch to their white pupils. And on them he laid his hands, as, groaning and moaning they seated themselves in the dust and with trembling hands pushed chunks of black bread into their mouths. Their faces were ashen and menacing, lit with the pale light of deadly clouds. Lightning blazed, their blinded faces blazed. Oh, if only they opened their eyes, oh, if only they saw the light! Adam, Adam, you stand illumined by lightnings. Now you lay the gentle branch upon their faces. Adam, Adam, say, see, see! And he restores their sight. But the blind men turning their ashen faces and opening their white eyes did not see. And the wind whispered "Thou art behind the hill." From the clouds a fiery veil began to shimmer and died out. A little birch murmured, beseeching, and fell asleep. The dusk dispersed at the horizon and a bloody stump of the sunset stuck up. And spotted with brilliant coals glowing red, the bast streamed out from the sunset like a striped cloak. On the waxen image of Adam the field grass wreaths sighed fearfully giving a soft whistle and the green dewy clusters sprinkled forth fiery tears on the blind faces of the blind. He knew what he was doing, he was restoring their sight. ("Adam")

Andrei Bely
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