Crentes Fracos Quotes & Sayings

What is god, what is not god, what is between man and god, who shall say? — Euripides

This is our bandstand. If you don't want to play, get up off the instrument and leave. — Wynton Marsalis

Others may dispute this, we have tried to keep that sense of experimentation and putting new people up alive. And we haven't become a show, where we're like, "We know the 20 comics who are good and we're just going to keep on recycling them." — Scott Aukerman

She felt the breath of history on her cheek. — Andreas Eschbach

There is no God, cry the masses more and more vociferously; and with the loss of God man loses his sense of values - is, as it were, massacred because he feels himself of no account. — Karl Jaspers

Disgusted by the abuses to which it led, humanity repressed Christianity by which it had so long been dominated. Repressed, but not eliminated. Herein lies, I believe, the essence of the tragedy of modern times. The modern man lives as if Christianity were a negligible hypothesis with no relation to the concrete realities of the world and society. And yet at the bottom of his heart this man remains impregnated with Christianity, so that he lives in a state of perpetual ambivalence with regard to it. — Paul Tournier

To forgive and accept injustice is cowardice. — Mahatma Gandhi

About six years ago my family was affected by multiple sclerosis. — Frank Iero

I hate the sin, but I love the sinner. — Thomas Buchanan Read

False doctrine does not necessarily make a man a heretic, but an evil heart can make any doctrine heretical. — Samuel Taylor Coleridge

If the truth has already transformed the teacher, then the truth has a far greater chance of transforming the students. — Bruce H. Wilkinson

A man has generally the good or ill qualities, which he attributes to mankind. — William Shenstone

But Michael was out of sight. She waited. Were it not for the ballast of her big belly, she would casually stand, stretch a bit, casually stretch her neck until she got a glimpse of him. Casually because her husband said she worried too much, fretted too much, and would eventually infect their boys with her fearfulness - had, perhaps, already, in Jacob's case, infected them with her fearfulness. So she waited, trusting, but feeling, too, the pins-and-needles prick of blown sand on her cheek and her forearm (was the wind changing?) until, sure enough, there was the top of his head, the tip of his plastic machine gun, just over the next dune. — Alice McDermott