Jim Cirillo Quotes & Sayings
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suffering brought endurance in order that one might be strengthened for whatever lay ahead. — Francine Rivers

We say our souls want joy, but they don't," she said. "They want what they already know, joyful or not. — Daniel Abraham

The only people in the world allowed to keep real secrets are the security organisations owned by governments. — D.C. Stansfield

All I can say to people who hate their mothers for giving birth to them is "get the fuck out of your scaredy shells and kiss the world". — Jay Woodman

Opportunity's precious, and time is a sword. — Idries Shah

Goodbye, my love, my life. Goodbye, goodbye. — Dalton Trumbo

As Lucretius says: 'Thus ever from himself doth each man flee.' But what does he gain if he does not escape from himself? He ever follows himself and weighs upon himself as his own most burdensome companion. And so we ought to understand that what we struggle with is the fault, not of the places, but of ourselves — Seneca.

She wisely reasoned that my chosen husband was no ordinary man, that his whole life was absolutely dedicated to God and His service, ad that I must never, never hinder him by trying to put myself first in his heart. — Susannah Spurgeon

Even He that died for us upon the cross, in the last hour, in the unutterable agony of death, was mindful of His mother, as if to teach us that this holy love should be our last worldly thought - the last point of earth from which the soul should take its flight for heaven. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

In terms of language, there were no separate words for female genitalia for thousands of years. That was mostly because women were considered pretty much the same as men, only of course flimsier, more poorly designed, and incapable of writing in the snow. — Elissa Stein And Susan Kim

We learn to love our sweat, we discover our passion to move and connect it to effort, we discover both the animal in us and the power of our imagination — Ohad Naharin