Geslachtsdelen Van Quotes & Sayings

To be happy is only to have freed one's soul from the unrest of unhappiness. — Maurice Maeterlinck

Saturate your preaching with the gospel in the church, so that you people speak gospel in the world. — David Platt

I only want an easy mind, sir; not crushed by crowded obligations. — Charlotte Bronte

If there is anything in your life that takes away your happiness, you have all the power you need to change it. — Miguel Angel Ruiz

several hundred thousand dollars in a challenging, relevant, and exciting systemic overhaul of our entire organization, focusing on our core competencies while maintaining full and listening cooperation with the communities we are proud to serve. We fully realize that our energetic attempts to mobilize the flawed infrastructure we inherited have been less than totally satisfactory, and hope and trust that our valued and loyal customers will bear with us in the coming months as we interact synergistically with change management in our striving for excellence. That is our mission." An — Terry Pratchett

The phenomenon moon-in-the-water is likened to human experience. The water is the subject, and the moon the object. When there is no water, there is no moon-in-the-water, and likewise when there is no moon. But when the moon rises the water does not wait to receive its image, and when even the tiniest drop of water is poured out the moon does not wait to cast its reflection. For the moon does not intend to cast its reflection, and the water does not receive its image on purpose. The event is caused as much by the water as by the moon, and as the water manifests the brightness of the moon, the moon manifests the clarity of the water. Another poem in the Zenrin Kushu says: Trees show the bodily form of the wind; Waves give vital energy to the moon.g — Alan W. Watts

Said the man to the sun, "How I wish you could shine your light on every day of my life!"
Said the sun to the man, "But only with the rain and the night could you recognize my light."
---Domaccan poem, translated by Chevalle — Marie Lu

And finally it was too much. I could not talk myself down from the feeling, and the feeling became unbearable. I reached in deep to the recesses of my locker. I pushed everything - photographs and notes and books - into the trash can. I left the locker open and walked away. As I walked past the band room, I could hear through the walls the muffled sounds of "Pomp and Circumstance." I kept walking. — John Green