Bourscheid Am Keller Quotes & Sayings

And "sharing the work of survival," therefore, means resisting every temptation towards independence, towards personal liberty, towards "doing your own thing". This takes s sober vigilance and a persistent labour in a world which elevates the individual above the community, in a society which claims that individual desires are more important than contracts, commitments, and the good of the family — Walter Wangerin Jr.

The act of praising and giving thanks to God brings untold blessing. — Lailah Gifty Akita

We can stick anything into the fog and make it look like a ghost. — Buddy Wakefield

girls," said a cheery voice at the door, and actors and audience — Louisa May Alcott

A person who breaks a promise diminishes herself. It's like losing a finger. It's worse than being paralyzed, which is merely physical. Someone whose promises are worthless has a disabled soul. — Ken Follett

Everything is passing ... enjoy its momentariness — Mooji

I believe this government cannot endure permanently, half slave and half free. — Abraham Lincoln

Realism is more important than the sentiment of the picture. — Edgar Degas

You can acquire a lot of knowledge without ever going to school. — William Glasser

I have often regretted having spoken, never having kept silent — Publilius Syrus

Eternal life" is not - as the modern reader might immediately assume - life after death, in contrast to this present life, which is transient and not eternal. "Eternal life" is life itself, real life, which can also be lived in the present age and is no longer challenged by physical death. This is the point: to seize "life" here and now, real life that can no longer be destroyed by anything or anyone. This — Pope Benedict XVI

Her husband's suffering and dangers, and the danger of her child, all blended in her mind, with a confused and stunning sense of the risk she was running, in leaving the only home she had ever known, and cutting loose from the protection of a friend whom she loved and revered. Then there was the parting from every familiar object, - the place where she had grown up, the trees under which she had played, the groves where she had walked many an evening in happier days, by the side of her young husband, - everything, as it lay in the clear, frosty starlight, seemed to speak reproachfully to her, and ask her whither could she go from a home like that? — Harriet Beecher Stowe

On May 19, Malcolm X's birthday, two police had been machine-gunned on Riverside Drive. I felt sorry for their families, sorry for their children, but i was relieved to see that somebody else besides Black folks and Puerto Ricans and Chicanos was being shot at. I was sick and tired of us being the only victims, and i didn't care who knew it. As far as i was concerned, the police in the Black communities were nothing but a foreign, occupying army, beating, torturing, and murdering people at whim and without restraint. I despise violence, but i despise it even more when it's one-sided and used to oppress and repress poor people. — Assata Shakur