Kostromin Lyrics Quotes & Sayings

I profess the religion of love,
Love is my religion and my faith.
My mother is love
My father is love
My prophet is love
My God is love
I am a child of love
I have come only to speak of love. — Rumi

No; he could be ruined again and again by hope, but he would never be capable of belief. — Michael Chabon

Rap music's been around for too long now to be inspirational. The words are, but the music isn't. — Alexander McQueen

One dupe is as impossible as one twin. — John Sterling

In this classic reversal of reality, we do not stand before him, but the King stands before us. We question him; he doesn't question us. The irony of it all! While the name of the Lord was constantly blasphemed by men, Jesus is now accused of being a blasphemer (Matthew 26:65). Talk about a primitive form of defense - projecting your guilt onto another. Could it be any clearer that Jesus had come to the anti-kingdom, where everything was the opposite of the way it was intended? The mocking was nonstop. Accusers took turns kneeling before him, feigning homage. — Edward T. Welch

The way to tell if your job is done: if you're alive, you've got a job. — Richard Bach

I want to go back to bed. but i don't just want to go back to bed. — Alex Flinn

The source of irrational authority, on the other hand, is always power over people. This power can be physical or mental, it can be realistic or only relative in terms of the anxiety and helplessness of the person submitting to this authority. Power on the one side, fear on the other, are always the buttresses on which irrational authority is built. Criticism of the authority is not only required but forbidden. Rational authority is based upon the equality of both authority and subject, which differ only with respect to the degree of knowledge of skill in a praticular field. Irrational authority is by its very nature based on inequality, implying difference in value. — Erich Fromm

There is such pressure on kids these days to be the best at everything. — Shirley Henderson

In the streets the children screamed. The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed — Don McLean