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sincere substitutes ardent
There is no substitute for thoroughgoing, ardent, and sincere earnestness. Charles Dickens
sin shows sinner
We must show sympathy with sinners, but not with their sins. Charles Spurgeon
sin found casts
He casts our sins behind His back, He blots them out; He says that though they be sought for, they shall not be found.
sin lord stills
Known to the Lord from the beginning were all your sins. Nevertheless, He still loved you.
singing
I started when I was about 11, singing. Chris Brown
single-mom believe simple
I discovered that when I believed my thoughts, I suffered, but that when I didn’t believe them, I didn’t suffer, and that this is true for every human being. Freedom is as simple as that. I found that suffering is optional. I found a joy within me that has never disappeared, not for a single moment. Byron Katie
singing wales
I started singing because I come from Wales Bryn Terfel
singers moonlight
I moonlight as a singer. Bryan Adams
single loneliness boys
A man is never completely alone in this world. At the worst, he has the company of a boy, a youth, and by and by a grown man - the one he used to be. Cesare Pavese
thee ifs
If I leave all for thee, wilt thou exchange And be all to me? Elizabeth Barrett Browning
thee mortals universe
Take Courage, Mortal; Death can't banish thee out of the Universe. Benjamin Franklin
thee capacity all-things
Since all things are God, in all things thou seest just so much of God as thy capacity affordeth thee. Aleister Crowley
thee lost mary
No, he can never be lost who recommends himself to thee, O Mary. Alphonsus Liguori
thee abyss wells
Nothing can throw thee into the infernal abyss so much as this detested word - heed well! - this mine and thine. Angelus Silesius
thee whom wrongs
I give thee sixpence! I will see thee damned first - / Wretch! whom no sense of wrongs can rouse to vengeance; / Sordid, unfeeling, reprobate, degraded, / Spiritless outcast! George Canning
thee
Get thee to a nunnery. William Shakespeare
thee wells wounds
So well thy words become thee as thy wounds;
thee kill-me dies
Die not, poore death, nor yet canst thou kill me. John Donne