2cellos Benedictus Quotes & Sayings

I am just glad that I can take the music to the people who want to hear it. I love my audiences. I am deeply indebted to them for giving me the chance to sing my concerts, make records, and do what I love. Whatever people call it, it is great to have a voice! — Judy Collins

To be a teacher in the right sense is to be a learner. I am not a teacher, only a fellow student. — Soren Kierkegaard

Wanting others to love you, you give away your heart. Wanting others to see you, you give away your eyes. — Leonard Jacobson

Honest people, mistakenly believing in the justice of their cause, are led to support injustice. — Elihu Root

It was as bright as glory, and you'd have a little glimpse of tree-tops a-plunging about away off yonder in the storm, hundreds of yards further than you could see before; dark as sin again in a second, and now you'd hear the thunder let go with an awful crash, and then go rumbling, grumbling, tumbling, down the sky towards the under side of the world, like rolling empty barrels down-stairs - where — Mark Twain

You cannot be a Christian without being a mystic — Donald Miller

I have seen plenty of humanity. The vast majority would not help their fellow neighbor unless forced to do so at gunpoint, Nathaniel said. — Christina Henry

Busy? The word loses all meaning under the canopy of this sky. — Barbara Brown Taylor

By serving humanity, I automatically serve myself. — Vironika Tugaleva

A film is a boat which is always on the point of sinking-it always tends to break up as you go along and drag you under with it. — Francois Truffaut

There was a blond misty boy sitting beside me, and he looked at me, and I at him, and we were not strangers: our hands moved towards each other to embrace. I never heard his voice, for we did not speak; it is a shame, I should so like the memory of it. Loneliness, like fever, thrives on night, but there with him light broke, breaking in the trees like birdsong, and when sunrise came, he loosened his fingers from mine, and walked away, that misty boy, my friend. — Truman Capote

When Sartre says man has been thrown into the world, he is alone, there is no God, we are responsible for what we are, what we do, I say yes!"
The affirmative echoed around the woods. The dog pricked up his ears. This man has no one to talk to, thought Inni.
"But when he then asks me to be responsible for the world as well, for others, I say no! No. Why should I be? 'When man chooses himself, he chooses all men.' Why? I have not asked for anything. I have nothing to do with the vermin I see around me. I live out my time because I have to, that is all. — Cees Nooteboom