Furtschellas Quotes & Sayings

The Eucharist is essential for us: it is Christ who wishes to enter our lives and fill us with his grace. — Pope Francis

I was a salsa dancer for the majority of my life, from, like, 7 to 17, and did the World Salsa Congresses. I realized that I wanted to continue obviously to be a performer. But in my household, being an actor and jumping into acting is not really accepted. — Gina Rodriguez

The whole path of American music has been so much about the recognition of stylistic diversity, and the recognition of the importance of music which was from one of the vernacular traditions. — Michael Tilson Thomas

Balance every thought with its opposition. Because the marriage of them is the destruction of illusion. — Aleister Crowley

For the recognition of private property has really harmed Individualism, and obscured it, by confusing a man with what he possesses. — Oscar Wilde

I'm waiting for you, soldier. — Charles Sheehan-Miles

You don't know shit about me, I don't know shit about you. You don't even know shit about you. — Lauren Oliver

Once I got to the OTC they knew more about the physical aspects of shooting, and knew which muscles were more important to have trained and geared us a program around that. — Nancy Johnson

It's while it's being lived that life is immortal, while it's still alive. Immortality is not a matter of more or less time, its not really a question of immortality but of something else that remains unknown. It's as untrue to say it's without beginning or end as to say it begins and ends with the life of the spirit, since it partakes both of the spirit and of the pursuit of the void. — Marguerite Duras

In this life we love who we love. There were some stories in which facts were very nearly irrelevant. — Ann Patchett

You will give to those whom don't appreciate you, until you've had enough of accepting less than you deserve — Nikki Rowe

In my dreams a small wolf slept inside of me and it wasn't comfortable. It moved it's heels and elbows and paws, struggled to make space between my lungs, stomach, bladder. Occasionally a scrabbling claw punctured something and I woke. What were you dreaming? Arabella wanted to know. I knew what it was dreaming. It was dreaming of being born. The form and scale of its occupancy shifted. Sometimes its legs were in my legs, its head in my head, its paws in my hands. Other times it was barely the size of a kitten, heartburn hot and fidgety under my sternum. I'd wake and for a moment feel my face changed, reach up and touch the muzzle that wasn't there. — Glen Duncan

God holds us in the untamed moments too. — Ann Voskamp