Eres Fuerte Quotes & Sayings

There is much running of vomit and faeces on board this ship. Please stop adding to it. — Ian C. Esslemont

Image-bearing means becoming fully human, not becoming divine. It means reflecting as a limited being the perfections of a limitless God. — Jen Wilkin

Her eyes were enlarged and faded with discovering what, by common human agreement, is better undivulged. — Shirley Hazzard

The remarkable thing is that it is the crowded life that is most easily remembered. A life full of turns, achievements, disappointments, surprises, and crises is a life full of landmarks. The empty life has even its few details blurred, and cannot be remembered with certainty. — Eric Hoffer

He that writes to himself writes to an eternal public. — Ralph Waldo Emerson

Hunting humans for sport? Eating them?" the bitterness in his voice cut through me. "Yeah, I caught that part."
"That doesn't have anything to do with you?
He lifted his eyes, gaze shuttered. "No?"
"Not unless being a werewolf transforms you into a wolf AND a redneck moron. — Kelley Armstrong

When you've spent your entire life feeling different, feeling like you're not enough, not good enough, not skinny enough, not pretty enough, it can be really difficult to accept that someone thinks differently, even if it's a good thing — Jasinda Wilder

You don't have to stick with these recipes. They're guides. As I say, they're a way in. Have fun with them. It's an easier way to cook in a busy life, once you get the hang of it. — Sally Schneider

Whether it's the internet, radio, television, there are always areas of debate, but you have to accept it. The media now has become an absolute monster. — Tony Pulis

Pray as if it all depends upon God, for it does. But work as if it all depends upon us, for it does. — George W. Bush

You reach a point where the only thing that can shock you is to come truly alive again. To meet someone who kicks the aliveness into action in you, triggering deep, buried, intense responses in you that you have forgotten. You long to be suddenly breathless, pulsing with life like a wild flower that had come abloom, natural and nothing held in check, swaying to the breeze in abandon and finding resonance in the other. In a world of the walking dead, where your own aliveness is but a dull and dying distant memory, the probability of that shock is very low. And, so you relax in lives led, content in everyday mundane, growing weary of spirit, stifling that small voice within that longs for that shock. — Srividya Srinivasan