Javiera Carrera Quotes & Sayings

asked how, if he never had spoken before to women outside his family, he was able to serve as spiritual counselor to the village women. My friend looked at me strangely. "They put their problems to him through their husbands, of course," he said. "But what if their husband is their problem?" That possibility hadn't crossed either man's mind. — Geraldine Brooks

So let us go forward quietly, each on his own path, forever making for the light. — Vincent Van Gogh

I love you. she whispered into the rough wool of his sweater. — L.J.Smith

There is only one vice, which may be found in life with as strong features, and as high a colouring as needs be employed by any satyrist or comic poet; and that is AVARICE. — David Hume

The digital tools allow us to have control over what and how we can alter an image that was unimaginable in the era of analog photography. — Pedro Meyer

If acids win - you lose! — Robert Morse

You can be vegetarian and eat fish. It's your choice, just say: 'I am what I am.' There are no hardcore divisions anymore. — Yotam Ottolenghi

If you live in a good neighborhood, you drive home and there's a bank. There's grocery stores and big houses - but no motels. What that tells you psychologically is you protect your money and buy good things for your family to eat in your nice big house. — Will.i.am

When we remember someone as a drunk, a liar, a bully, we're only creating an excuse for our own poor behavior. — Chuck Palahniuk

Not philosophers but fretsawyers and stamp collectors compose the backbone of society. — Aldous Huxley

Leadership is a Western virtue; submission is a biblical virtue. — Brandon J. O'Brien

My purpose of life is sweet indeed.
I like to help people when in need.
I am longing for happiness.
I am expressing my kindness.
I am expressing my love every day.
I am compassionate all the way. — Debasish Mridha

Who I am in Christ is amazing. Who Christ is in me is the real story. It is beyond amazing. — Bill Johnson

In short, he became so absorbed in his books that he spent his nights from sunset to sunrise, and his days from dawn to dark, poring over them; and what with little sleep and much reading his brains got so dry that he lost his wits. — Miguel De Cervantes Saavedra

It was not something you could call friendship; it was at once less and more. The sharing of such experiences created a bond and set them apart from all others. It was not something that could be told to another person. There were no words with a meaning both could understand which would impart the physical horror or the heights and depths of emotion. — Anne Perry