Arrambide Family Quotes & Sayings

Why do we separate the scientific, which is just a way of searching for the truth, from what we hold sacred, which are those truths that inspire love and awe? Science is nothing more than a neverending search for the truth. What could be more profoundly sacred than that? I'm sure most of what we all hold dearest and cherish most, believing at this very moment, will be revealed at some future time to be merely a product of our age and our history and our understanding of reality. So here's this process, this way, this mechanism for finding bits of reality. No single bit is sacred. But the search is. — Ann Druyan

The greatest enemy to the movement of Jesus Christ is Christianity. — Erwin McManus

No matter where I go, I always make friends at the bridge table — Martina Navratilova

On Australia Day 2010, as we enter this second decade of the 21st century, Australians can be optimistic about our future, but we cannot afford to mistake optimism for complacency. — Kevin Rudd

The pow'r I have on you is to spare you / The malice towards you, to forgive you.
Posthumus — William Shakespeare

Obviousl, my perception of the world is one where humans are a threat to our survival. — Kevin Bacon

Do not think of yourself as the body, but as the joyous consciousness and immortal life behind it. — Paramahansa Yogananda

A character, to be acceptable as more than a chess piece, has to be ignorant of the future, unsure about the past, and not at all sure of what he's supposed to be doing. — Anthony Burgess

Nobody likes him now but the people, — Edmund Morris

Most of my work is done before we start shooting, preparation work, so my normal day begins when I start writing, it might even be the night before. — Tina Fey

Joy is immeasurable cheerfulness. — Lailah Gifty Akita

The edge of the whirl was represented by a broad belt of gleaming spray; but no particle of this slipped into the mouth of the terrific tunnel, whose interior, as far as the eye could fathom it, was a smooth, shining, and jet black wall of water, inclined to the horizon at an angle of some forty-five degrees, speeding dizzily round and round with a swaying and sweltering motion, and sending forth to the winds an appalling voice, half shriek, half roar, such as not even the mighty cataract of Niagara ever lifts up in its agony to Heaven. — Edgar Allan Poe

Ah,yes!That ... Silvertongue!" Orpheus spoke the name in a disparaging tone, as if he couldn't believe that anyone really deserved it.
Yes, that's what he's called. How do you know?" There was no mistaking Dustfinger's surprise.
The hellhound snuffled at Farid's bare toes. Orpheus shrugged. "Sooner or later you get to hear of everyone who can breate life into letters on a page. — Cornelia Funke