Harnack 1955 Quotes & Sayings

I should like the fields tinged with red, the rivers yellow and the trees painted blue. Nature has no imagination. — Charles Baudelaire

Last night the Taliban offered to release eight Westerners if the U.S. promised not to attack. The State Department declined but thanked the Taliban for the offer, saying it really felt good to laugh again. — Tina Fey

I survived because I never took on big responsibilities in my private life. In the early days, I lived on two or three pounds a week and learned to cook - and I'm a good cook - because I had to. Even when I went on holiday, I stayed in other people's houses. — Cameron Mackintosh

I've got the utmost respect for Wayne. — Juvenile

Because only an artist can tell and only an artist have told, since we have heard of man, what it is like for anyone that gets this planet, to survive it. What it is like to die, or to have somebody die, what it is like to fear death, what is it like to fear, what it is like to love, what it is like to be glad. — James Baldwin

Rejoicing in a peace which brings only an increase of anxiety, ... — Marcel Proust

Strength is not only about winning the game; it's also about not giving-up. — Vikrmn

It's amazing how many introverts go into the ministry. — John Piper

Men are; more inclined to ask curious questions than to obtain necessary instruction. — Pasquier Quesnel

At the end of his life, which had included financial ruin in the Great Depression, his wife's barbiturate addiction and death by overdose, and then his own lung cancer, Doc said, "It was enough to have been a unicorn." What he meant was that he got to do art. It was magic to him that his hands and mind got to make wonderful things, that he didn't have to be just another goat or horse. — Mark Vonnegut

Never let anyone tell you your dreams are not the most important thing, because they are. I am trying to live my dream, so should you! I think anything is possible, if we believe it can be. Keep dreaming dreamer. — Jennifer Lamonica

I left the altar rail and went back to the pew where the others were kneeling like four shadows, four unrealities, and I hid my face in my hands. In the temple of God that I had just become, the once eternal and pure sacrifice was offered up to the God dwelling in me. The sacrifice of God to God. Now, Christ born in me, a new Bethlehem, and sacrificed in me his new Calvary, and risen in me: offering me to the Father, in himself, asking the Father, my Father and his, to receive me into his infinite and special love - not the love he has for all things that exist, for mere existence is a token of God's love, but the love of those creatures who are drawn to him in and with the power of his own love for himself.3 — Ravi Zacharias

Every love is different, I said to myself. Love is love, but the way people experience it is different. One hundred people love in one hundred different ways. So there's no love that isn't special — Lee Seung-u