Educador Digital Soy Quotes & Sayings

You can only imitate someone you know well — Sunday Adelaja

I wanted not the favor of man to lean upon; for I knew Christ's favor was infinitely better, and that it was no matter when, nor where, nor how Christ should send me, nor what trials He should still exercise me with, if I might be prepared for His work and will. — Jonathan Edwards

Being a parent is weird. It changes people in subtle and unsubtle ways. In my case, it awoke a kind of manic sentinel in my brain. Anything in the house that might be a threat to the kids or to my wife gets terminated - food, sharp edges, poor wiring. — Nick Harkaway

Of all noises, I think music is the least disagreeable. — Samuel Johnson

It's a fact that children with cancer have higher cure rates than adults with cancer, and I wonder if the reason is their natural, unthinking bravery ... Adults know too much about failure; they're more cynical and resigned and fearful. — Lance Armstrong

Odor of blood when Christ was slain Made all Platonic tolerance vain And vain all Doric discipline. — William Butler Yeats

I saw everything in the world build up and then everything in the world fall down again. — Marina Keegan

Keep the window of the mind open to let the fresh thoughts come in like fresh air. — Debasish Mridha

Songs can be Trojan horses, taking charged ideas and sneaking past the ego's defenses and into the open mind. — John Mayer

Apparently, union bosses are so distraught about declining enrollments they will stoop to exploiting illegal workers. There is no doubt that this would hurt American workers, who would suddenly face a flooded job market full of cheap foreign labor. It would depress the wages of the American workers and cost them jobs. — Lamar S. Smith

Stupid to speak of blame when the wills of the immortals are involved. — Jacqueline Carey

Dance after dance after dance, until sweat was running down my back as I worked to keep up, keep that smile on my face, to remember to laugh when my hands were within strangling distance from his throat. — Sarah J. Maas