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1 " And there is my payment the rubies in your cheeks. Are you properly scandalized by your wicked behavior? If you were Catholic, you'd singe the ears of the priest you confessed to. Do you remember making me swear to repeat all those naughty actions agian, no matter what you said this morning?" Now that he brought it up, I did recall saying that. Great Betrayed by my own immorality. " God, Bones...some of that was depraved." " I'll take that as a compliment." He closed the distance between us." I love you. Don't be ashamed of anything we did, even if your prudery is on life support. "
2 " Slowly, the light receded, and she could see a singe sword, hanging in the air, a sword of pure white, of light and truth. "
― Tyrean Martinson , Champion in the Darkness (The Champion Trilogy #1)
3 " ...according to God's Word, we should not give a singe drop of evangelical consolation to those who are still living in sin. ON THE OTHER HAND, we should not address the slightest threat or rebuke to the broken hearted--but only promises delivering consolation and grace, forgiveness of sin and righteousness. Life and salvation. "
― C.F.W. Walther , Law & Gospel: How to Read and Apply the Bible: A Reader's Edition
4 " If you were Catholic, you'd singe the ears of the priest you confessed to. "
― Jeaniene Frost
5 " Until now, I've been writing about " now" as if it were literally an instant of time, but of course human faculties are not infinitely precise. It is simplistic to suppose that physical events and mental events march along exactly in step, with the stream of " actual moments" in the outside world and the stream of conscious awareness of them perfectly synchronized. The cinema industry depends on the phenomenon that what seems to us a movie is really a succession of still pictures, running at twenty-five [sic] frames per second. We don't notice the joins. Evidently the " now" of our conscious awareness stretches over at least 1/25 of a second.In fact, psychologists are convinced it can last a lot longer than that. Take he familiar " tick-tock" of the clock. Well, the clock doesn't go " tick-tock" at all; it goes " tick-tick," every tick producing the same sound. It's just that our consciousness runs two successive ticks into a singe " tick-tock" experience—but only if the duration between ticks is less than about three seconds. A really bug pendulum clock just goes " tock . . . tock . . . tock," whereas a bedside clock chatters away: " ticktockticktock..." Two to three seconds seems to be the duration over which our minds integrate sense data into a unitary experience, a fact reflected in the structure of human music and poetry. "
