Mitarbeiter Stadt Quotes & Sayings

Promises, eh? You make so many, but how many of them can you keep? — S. Jae-Jones

By late accounts from Rotterdam, that city seems to be in a high state of philosophical excitement. Indeed, phenomena have there occurred of a nature so completely unexpected
so entirely novel
so utterly at variance with preconceived opinions
as to leave no doubt on my mind that long ere this all Europe is in an uproar, all physics in a ferment, all reason and astronomy together by the ears. — Edgar Allan Poe

It is solely the form of Christ that matters, not any form besides Christ's own. The church is the human being who has become human, has been judged, and has been awakened to new life in Christ. — Dietrich Bonhoeffer

The first person & the last person in your life are the most important, the in-between is just a transition. — Arlin Sailesh Kapadia

Human life is fragile: we live in the space between one breath and the next. We often try to maintain an illusion of permanence, through what we do, say, wear, buy, and how we enjoy ourselves and who and how we love. Yet it is an illusion that is constantly being undermined by change and death. We can use diamonds in whatever way we like. They are empty things, pretty as water, yet within them - if we want to see it - there is blood, dust, love, curses, and suffering. There is desire to make someone happy, there is admiration, there is ostentation ... and there is a company's profit curve. — Victoria Finlay

Absolutely, it's a really weird stage because at the minute, I can walk down the street and be unrecognised, lead a normal life, but my label and everybody is warning me that will be changing and I'm in for a rollercoaster ride. — James Blunt

Know that you are loved, my dear ... Know that you can and will rise above all your fears. I now call you water walker. Water Walker? Yes, you walked through the waters of your fear, didn't you? — Ted Dekker

He was a god above her, powerful, beautiful, larger than life. The light brought out the latent gold of his hair. The shadows contoured the perfect form of his body. Light and shadows converged in his eyes, bright lust, dark anger, and something else. Something else entirely. She recognized it because she'd seen it in the mirror so many times: a bleak, austere loneliness. — Sherry Thomas

The two horsewomen of the apocalypse still win, despite their dwindling numbers. — Melina Marchetta

Telling a writer to relax is like telling a man to relax while being prodded for a possible hernia. — William Zinsser