Djecije Pjesme Quotes & Sayings

Spending time alone with God gives us victory over the flesh. — Sunday Adelaja

Evil's lurking, I can see him smirking. — Tupac Shakur

I don't like anyone who comes and dies in my house on purpose to annoy me," said Lord Caterham obstinately. — Agatha Christie

If I were going to have such a short visit on earth, I had to do everything possible to experience it now. — Elizabeth Gilbert

The air of England has long been too pure for a slave, and every man is free who breathes it. — James Mansfield

A book is like a person, and one's reaction to a person invariably has more to do with one's own personality and life experience than with the actual person herself. — Chandler Burr

I, who cannot see, find hundreds of things to interest me through mere touch. I feel the delicate symmetry of a leaf. I pass my hands lovingly about the smooth skin of a silver birch, or the rough shaggy bark of a pine ... Yet, those who have eyes apparently see little. The panorama of color and action which fills the world is taken for granted ... It is a great pity that, in the world of light, the gift of sight is used only as a mere convenience rather than as a means of adding fullness to life. — Helen Keller

It is only the sentimentalist who imagines that the profundity of a person's response to tragedy is proportional to the length, volume, or shrillness of his lamentation. — Theodore Dalrymple

Republican secretaries of state from Kissinger to Baker, Powell to Rice, President Bush, 71 United States Senators all supported President Obama's new START treaty, but not Mitt Romney. — John F. Kerry

You have to remember that I played longer than anybody else on the main tour; I played until I was 40, and then played another six years or so on the seniors tour. — Jimmy Connors

You were given a sharp, acute, uncomfortable grain..; yet in absence, in the most unlikely places, it would flower out, open, shed its scent, let you touch, taste, look about you, get the whole feel of it and understanding, after years of lying lost. — Virginia Woolf