Einsamkeit In English Quotes & Sayings

Jesus did not come into the world to make bad men good. He came into the world to make dead men live! — Leonard Ravenhill

How does Macy Gray or Kid Rock not win over Christina Aguilera? — Courtney Love

Love is a living capacity within us that is always present, even when we don't sense it. — Sharon Salzberg

I am not who you think I am; I am not who I think I am; I am who I think you think I am — Thomas Cooley

In Europe there's been a kind of social contract. It's now declining, but it has been largely imposed by the strength of the unions, the organised work force and the relative weakness of the business community (which, for historical reasons, isn't as dominant in Europe as it has been here). European governments do see primarily to the needs of private wealth, but they also have created a not insubstantial safety net for the rest of the population. They have general health care, reasonable services, etc. We haven't had that, in part because we don't have the same organised work force, and we have a much more class-conscious and dominant business community. — Noam Chomsky

There are elements of that, where you'll see a scene again and you'll recognize it, but I wouldn't say it's got one conceit like that, at all. It definitely has those jokes, but it would be wrong to say this is a show where, every time you see it, you see a new angle. — Mitchell Hurwitz

The goal of education is not to increase the amount of knowledge but to create the possibilities for a child to invent and discover, to create men who are capable of doing new things. — Jean Piaget

Never hide your light, for how else is a man to notice you? Your spark, your fire, is your most cherished possession. — Elizabeth Boyle

You can - because you believe that you can. — Denise Austin

From now onwards he must not only think right; he must feel right, dream right. And all the while he must keep his hatred locked up inside him like a ball of matter which was part of himself and yet unconnected with the rest of him, a kind of cyst. — George Orwell