Missioner Jesuits Quotes & Sayings

Life is trying to teach us one thing: to see the Eck, the Holy Spirit, in the eyes of all we meet — Harold Klemp

The fact was I never had the tools for proper living, because my family never had the tools, and I thought the entire human race was like that. — Joe Pantoliano

New Labour needs to realise that family life and the way we raise our children are private matters. — Charles Kennedy

They were very sweet words. Words that soothed the gaping hurt in her soul. But the devil was good when it comes to dealing with damaged souls. — Stylo Fantome

Remember that all through history, there have been tyrants and murderers, and for a time, they seem invincible. But in the end, they always fall. Always. — Mahatma Gandhi

I'm very much a bit of a ghost presence. — Eric Bana

God, I hated people who smirked. Apparently, I also wanted to lick them all over ... — Kylie Scott

She said there was comfort to be found in the permanence of mathematical truths, in the lack of arbitrariness and the absence of ambiguity. In knowing that the answers may be elusive, but they could be found. They were there, waiting, chalk scribbles away. "Nothing like life, in other words," he said. "There, it's questions with either no answers or messy ones. — Khaled Hosseini

It's been a huge joy, this experience of being a mom ... I don't know how to articulate it yet, because it is so fresh. — Claire Danes

I'm only Oz when I'm with Adrienne. — Sarah M. Cradit

Something I don't like seeing in other people is naked ambition, when somebody is really pushing hard to get to where they want to be. That's the way I look at that word - like you must be stepping on someone to get there. And I've never been comfortable with that. — Clive Owen

Film is not a form, it has forms — Ritwik Ghatak

It can feel so lonely, to see strangers out in the day, shopping, on a day that is not a good one. On this one: the day I returned from the emergency room after having a fit about wanting to remove my mouth. Not an easy day to look at people in their vivid clothes, in their shining hair, pointing and smiling at colorful woven sweaters.
I wanted to erase them all. But I also wanted to be them all, and I could not erase them and want to be them at the same time.
At home, Joseph was nicer to me than usual and we played a silent game of Parcheesi for an hour in the slanted box of remaining sunlight on the carpet. Dad came by and brought me a pillow. Mom went to take a nap. Joseph won. I went to bed early. I woke up the same. — Aimee Bender