Conteh Marian Quotes & Sayings

Every one is struggling for freedom-from the atom to the star. The ignorant man is satisfied if he can get freedom within a certain limit-if he can get rid of the bondage of hunger or of being thirsty. But that sage feels that there is a stronger bondage which has to be thrown off. He would not consider the freedom of the Red Indian as freedom at all. — Swami Vivekananda

There are only two things which I believe - the first is that no mortal can refuse the Dark Gift once he really knows what it is. — Anne Rice

To be mediocre, when only application and diligence would have netted superiority, is an error akin to sin. — Spencer W. Kimball

Word vulnerability is derived from the Latin word vulnerare, meaning "to wound." The definition includes "capable of being wounded" and "open to attack or damage." Merriam-Webster defines weakness as the inability to withstand attack or wounding. Just from a linguistic perspective, it's clear that these are very different concepts, and in fact, one could argue that weakness often stems from a lack of vulnerability - when we don't acknowledge how and where we're tender, we're more at risk of being hurt. — Brene Brown

The world has become rapidly more competitive. — John Hickenlooper

Hope deprives us of everything that is not God, in order that all things may serve their true purpose as means to bring us to God. — Thomas Merton

As human beings, how do we choose to react in that instant when someone walks toward us, smiles, and begins to speak? — Jeff Deck

Sympathy is two hearts tugging at one load. — Charles Henry Parkhurst

I'm sorry, I don't mean to judge, but I've read the gospels quite a few times, and it seems pretty clear that 'Christian values' are: 1-humility, 2-non-judgementalism, 3-caring for the poor, 4-compassion, 5-love, and 6-serving God. — Moby

I mind how once we lay such a transparent summer morning, How you settled your head athwart my hips and gently turn'd over upon me, And parted the shirt from my bosom-bone, and plunged your tongue to my bare-stript heart, And reach'd till you felt my beard, and reach'd till you held my feet. — Walt Whitman