Biljoen Triljoen Quotes & Sayings

The real trouble with this world of ours is not that it is an unreasonable world, nor even that it is a reasonable one. The commonest kind of trouble is that it is nearly reasonable, but not quite. Life is not an illogicality; yet it is a trap for logicians. It looks just a little more mathematical and regular than it is; its exactitude is obvious, but its inexactitude is hidden; its wildness lies in wait. — G.K. Chesterton

Can something be "almost" an accident?' Pattern asked, genuinely curious. — Brandon Sanderson

"His words moved people closer to God." I'd be happy if that's what people said about me at the end of the day. It's always been my calling. — Brian Bird

When you live alone, your furnishings, your possessions, are always confronting you with the thinness of your existence. — Zoe Heller

He might wish and wish and never get it - the beauty and the loving in the world! — John Galsworthy

This could be done in part, because the equipment was very inexpensive. Not much money was involved in tooling so that basic changes of that type could be accomplished. — Jack Kilby

Imitations don't have mothers and fathers. We don't have family. We just are. Until we're not. — Heather Hildenbrand

Appreciation and enjoyment of the creatures are the hallmark of God's dominion and therefore the standard by which our own attempt to exercise dominion must be judged. — Ellen F. Davis

Oh, child,' the Father exclaimed, 'whether it's St Martha or that Mary that made the bitter choice, not one of them ever looked more virtuous than you. Why aren't ye born to be a good man's help-meet? — Ford Madox Ford

I try hard to be a good Catholic. — Paul Begala

I'm a hands-on dad. I love my kids more than anything. It's very important to me. I'd give myself a 10 out of 10 for being a dad. — Dominic Purcell

When you're in the desert, you look into infinity ... It makes you feel terribly small, and also in a strange way, quite big. — David Lean

But I think I know so well the pain we children clutch to our chests, how it lasts our whole lifetime, with longings so large you can't even weep. We hold it tight, we do, with each seizure of the beating heart: This is mine, this is mine, this is mine. — Elizabeth Strout