Arquipelago Definicao Quotes & Sayings

If we are known mostly for our ability to poke holes in every human project, we will probably not be known as people who bear the hope and mercy of God. — Andy Crouch

Her hope was to preserve what she called The Way, to keep it alive, for that future moment when the current obsession with excess and hierarchy imploded. Wilma said many Native people believed that the earth as a living organism would just one day shrug off the human species that was destroying it - and start over. In a less cataclysmic vision, humans would realize that we are killing our home and each other, and seek out The Way. That's why Native people were guarding it. — Gloria Steinem

Do we smell nothing as yet of the divine decomposition? Gods, too, decompose. God is dead. God remains dead. And we have killed him. — Friedrich Nietzsche

In the unlikely story that is America, there has never been anything false about hope. — Barack Obama

The search for meaning is really the search for the lost chord. When the lost chord is discovered by humankind, the discord in the world will be healed and the symphony of the universe will come into complete harmony with itself. — John O'Donohue

I realize that I won't have quite enough time to understand everything - but that hasn't stopped me wanting to understand as much as I can. — David Papineau

I'm pretty sensitive. My feelings get hurt a lot easier than people think, but I try take it all with grain of salt. For a relationship, I want someone who is really secure, confident and fulfilled, not tripping with what I do. — Maxwell

Well over fifty years ago I was making radio loudspeakers and radio sets in Rochester, New York; pretty young and inexperienced; but we survived the depression. — Stuart Symington

Mathematics, even in its present and most abstract state, is not detached from life. It is just the ideal handling of the problems of life. — Cassius Jackson Keyser

The courtyard kept changing, dazzling her with the flowers that bloomed between one day and the next, with the bare branches of trees that were swollen with the buds of new leaves and then fuzzed with green. Every day, she drove a familiar road through a new place. — Anne Bishop