Dbz Abridged Quotes & Sayings

We're all trying to get everything perfect, but in the end no one can get past the fact that we're all flawed. We don't have any idea what we're doing. — Cathleen Davitt Bell

Prayer is, paradoxically, both a gift and a conquest, a grace and a duty. Does that not mean, is it not a special case of the truth, that all duty is a gift, every call on us a blessing, and that the task we often find a burden is really a boon? — Peter Forsyth

A Not So Big House feels more spacious than many of its oversized neighbors because it is space with substance, all of it in use every day. — Sarah Susanka

You are silent now who once stood on battlefields ravaged by destruction unimaginable, holding in those desperate places the line of freedom for others you would never know, and who would never know you. And being one of those you never knew, I would give all I have to clasp your hand one single time, look into eyes that witnessed the bloodied carnage that results when freedom refuses to bow to chains of any kind, and simply say 'thank you. — Craig D. Lounsbrough

The Federal Reserve - all of them - could be sitting on a barrel of dynamite, and then pouring gasoline on top of it, and then light a cigar with matches, throw the match into the gasoline, and then not notice that there is any danger. — Marc Faber

I grew up in South Africa and I would look at maps and we were at the bottom of the world. There was this whole thing up there. I was always reading encyclopedias about the world. So travel was something I was always attracted to. — Charlize Theron

We are muddled into war. — David Lloyd George

They chose to be different. And in doing so, they proved that through struggle, sacrifice and service, staggering personal transformation is possible. — Adam Braun

They were on the edge of a desert now. Still - they had opened for business, had polished the glasses and wound the clocks and stirred the fires, and waited and waited to see who would come. There was no great flow of refugees from Dresden. The clocks ticked on, the fires crackled, the translucent candles dripped. And then there was a knock on the door, and in came four guards and one hundred American prisoners of war. The innkeeper asked the guards if they had come from the city. Yes. — Kurt Vonnegut