Fonts For Wall Quotes

Her, cheer up. Zoey's grandma didn't say the Raven Mockers actually ate people. She said they just picked them up with their humongous beaks and threw them against a wall or whatever over and over again until every bone in their body was broken." - Aphrodite LaFonte

Helvetica. The font, I mean,” says Dad skittishly, nodding at the sign on the wall.“It’s a good . . . font.

Fusing heaven to earth, the Big Horn Mountains stood before him. A few clouds swirled around the highest peaks, furthering the illusion of a wall reaching forever upward. His eyes watered from the glare of the sun against snow, but he could not look away. Nothing in Glass’s twenty years on the plains had prepared him for such mountains. Captain Henry had spoken often of the enormity of the Rockies, but Glass assumed his stories were infused with the standard dose of campfire embellishment. In actuality, Glass thought, Henry’s portrait had been woefully inadequate. Henry was a straightforward man, and his descriptions focused on the mountains as obstacles, barriers to be surmounted in the drive to connect a stream of commerce between east and west. Missing entirely from Henry’s description had been any hint of the devout strength that flowed into Glass at the sight of the massive peaks. […] His awe of the mountains grew in the days that followed, as the Yellowstone River led him nearer and nearer. Their great mass was a marker, a benchmark fixed against time itself. Others might feel disquiet at the notion of something so much larger than themselves. But for Glass, there was a sense of sacrament that flowed from the mountains like a font, an immortality that made his quotidian pains seem inconsequential.

Dr. Wall. ‘France seems to have been the first country in the world, where baptism by affusion was used ordinarily to persons of health, and in the public way of administering it.—It being allowed to weak children (in the reign of Queen Elizabeth) to be baptized by aspersion, many fond ladies and gentlewomen first, and then by degrees, the common people, would obtain the favor of the priest, to have their children, too tender to endure dipping in the water. As for sprinkling, properly called, it seems it was at sixteen hundred and forty-five, just then beginning, and used by very few. It must have begun in the disorderly times after forty-one. They (the assembly of divines in Westminster) reformed the font into a basin. This learned assembly could not remember, that fonts to baptize in had been always used by primitive Christians, long before the beginning of popery, and ever since churches were built; but that sprinkling, for the common use of baptizing, was really introduced (in France first, and then in other popish countries) in times of popery: And that, accordingly, all those countries, in which the usurped power of the pope is, or has formerly been owned, have left off dipping of children in the font; but that all other countries in the world, which had never regarded his authority, do still use it; and that basins, except in cases of necessity, were never used by papists, or any other Christians whosoever, till by themselves.’90 ‘The way

A bell jingled over Sunna’s head as she entered the coffee shop, and suddenly, she felt like she was back in Toronto, but ten years earlier. Where the bigger city’s coffee shops had moved on to more modern—Instagram-worthy—design trends and oat milk lattes, this place still had the chalkboard menu behind the counter, a plaque on the wall with a quote about not being able to function without coffee in that once-trendy bridesmaid font. A soft folk song played in the background, and the baristas laughed together as they made drinks.

We naturally focus all of our time and energy on the things we care about, the fun stuff: setting up the Facebook page, printing business cards, picking colors and fonts for our website, writing cute thank-you notes, choosing ribbon for packages, and decorating our space to be “just right.” We don’t think about the business side of things until we have questions like, Do I need a business license? What taxes do I owe? Do I need patents for my products? Should I form an LLC? Do I need a lawyer? And then we hit a wall. In my research, I’ve discovered that this wall is where women take one of two paths. Some women take Path One, where they decide they aren’t “business-minded” enough. They resolve to keep their hobby a hobby and let their business dream die. But other women take Path Two, where they decide to push through. They get answers to their questions and help with things they don’t understand. Instead of turning back, these women get over the wall and go on to reach their goals and grow their business.

I intone the words with perfunctory detachment, my mind raging dully against the Papyrus font in which they are projected onto the wall.