Giovanniello Quotes & Sayings

Comfort the troubled, and trouble the comfortable. — Dietrich Bonhoeffer

Know that you have complete control over what you put in your mouth. No one ever ate anything by accident. — Charles Poliquin

The idea persists that faith is a remnant of an ancient way of life, a way of knowing that asks for unthinking acceptance of a belief system or adherence to specific dogma. This may be the case for some spiritual traditions, but the Buddha insisted that his disciples investigate his teachings with the powers of reason, test them in the inner laboratory of meditation, and build their faith on a firm foundation of knowledge. As a result, faith in the Dharma implies faith in one's ability to recognize truth when it presents itself and to take responsibility for verifying it through analysis and meditative experience. — Dharma Publishing

I believe prayer for our nation has never been more important as we witness an accelerating anti-Christian fervor in the so-called mainstream of our culture. — Jonathan Falwell

But I've been surprised over the years. I mean, someone told me the other day that maybe 360 million people have played this game in the world. That's a lot of people. — Don Bluth

My mother handed down all these amazing scarves from the sixties and seventies, and I have a hundred of them. — Kelly Wearstler

My Miracle, living through a Traumatic brain Injury — Rodney Barnes

All he felt was sorrow, as if he'd been abandoned at the bottom of a deep, dark pit. That's all it was - sorrow. That, and simple physical pain. — Haruki Murakami

Don't I always tell you to never listen to me? — Sean Kennedy

At 18, if I am mature enough to vote a leader for the nation's betterment, why am I ineligible to choose what I shall study for my own betterment? — Anand J.

Depth of character, or a melancholy expression on a woman's face would freeze his senses, which would, however, immediately melt at the sight of healthy, abundant, rosy human flesh. — Marcel Proust

Cinders. Embers. Ashes. Michelle hoped that whatever strength had allowed this child to survive the fire all those years ago was a strength that still burned inside her. That it would go on burning, hotter and hotter, until she was as bright as the rising sun. She — Marissa Meyer