Aclaraciones Bancomer Quotes & Sayings

There's something about God that makes us want to shout, sing, laugh, dance, be still, and rest our heads on His lap
as we gaze into His beautiful eyes - all at the same time.

There's something about God that leaves us speechless - we simply don't know what to say. We don't know what to do.
To delight in Him - to worship Him - that's all we can. That's all we need to.

There's something about God - our souls just can't get enough. — Scott Boucher

To be ordinary is not a choice: It is the usual freedom of men without visions. — Thomas Merton

Amid all the bangs and the drama and the grand passions, it's kindness and just ordinary goodness that stands out in the end. — Grant Morrison

I am not one who, to quote an American author, believes that democracy and enterprise have finally won the battle of ideas - that we have therefore arrived at the end of history, and there is nothing left to fight for. That would be unutterably complacent, indeed foolish. There will always be threats to freedom, not only from frontal assaults, but more insidiously by erosion from within. — Margaret Thatcher

I am an underwater explorer, not a treasure hunter. — Robert Ballard

You've gotta talk without speaking/
cry without weeping/
scream without raising your voice — U2

I was really lucky for the friends that I had and loved every minute of it. I don't think I was a geek, but I loved the studies and we had a really good theater company at our school. — Jenna Coleman

The wise men say that adversity has many lessons to teach. Perhaps Allah sees fit that I should learn them. — Anthony Fon Eisen

No future triumph or metamorphosis can justify the pitiful blighting of a human being against his will. — Peter Wessel Zapffe

It has taken almost half my life away from Ireland for me to truly feel what home really is, and it is not what I was expecting. In the end it was not a place, or a past, or any sort of single, dazzling epiphany. It was all the little things. Cold butter spread thick on sweet wheaten bread or hot, subsiding potatoes; the scent of wet, black soil; a bushy spine of grass on a one-track road; wide iron gates leading to high beech corridors; the chalky smell of a cow's wet muzzle, and, most of all, in Seamus Heaney's words, the sound of rivers in the trees. — Trish Deseine

It was enough just to free the words so that the voices in her head were stilled. — Kate Morton

He might be a dragon, he might be someone whose name instilled fear in other people, but boy howdy, he sure turned my crank. — Katie MacAlister