Giocatore Translation Quotes & Sayings

The bible is the cradle that holds the Christ, without him it is nothing more than wood and straw. — Martin Luther

His mom always said that 90 percent of intelligence was knowing when to shut up. — Sherrilyn Kenyon

My favorite word is 'pumpkin.' You are a pumpkin. Or you are not. I am. — Harrison E. Salisbury

It is weakness which makes us hate an enemy and seek revenge, and it is idleness that pacifies us and causes us to neglect it. — Jean De La Bruyere

Future will forgive us but are you ready to forgive your past? — J. Limbu

Do you call it doubting to write down on a piece of paper that you doubt? If so, doubt has nothing to do with any serious business. But do not make believe; if pedantry has not eaten all the reality out of you, recognize, as you must, that there is much that you do not doubt, in the least. Now that which you do not at all doubt, you must and do regard as infallible, absolute truth. — Charles Sanders Peirce

I closed my eyes as if to join the maiden as the droplets rearranged themselves, forming a pattern resembling an elongated island on the rim of an undisturbed blankness — Patti Smith

The subtlety of nature is greater many times over than the subtlety of the senses and understanding. — Francis Bacon

The pulse of a strong relationship involves a rhythmic movement between giving and taking, talking and listening, valuing the other person and feeling commensurately valued in return. — Jim Loehr

Oh dire, dreadful death, you drag your heels.
Why dawdle and draw back? You drown my heart. — Simon Armitage

I know a few things to be true. I do not know where I am going, where I have come from is disappearing, I am unwelcome and my beauty is not beauty here. My body is burning with the shame of not belonging, my body is longing. I am the sin of memory and the absence of memory. I watch the news and my mouth becomes a sink full of blood. The lines, the forms, the people at the desks, the calling cards, the immigration officers, the looks on the street, the cold settling deep into my bones, the English classes at night, the distance I am from home. But Alhamdulilah all of this is better than the scent of a woman completely on fire, or a truckload of men, who look like my father pulling out my teeth and nails, or fourteen men between my legs, or a gun, or a promise, or a lie, or his name, or his manhood in my mouth. — Warsan Shire