Mitologia Egipcia Quotes & Sayings

There are worse things than being called 'the camel lady,' I suppose. — Robyn Davidson

Even that. What is the point in living forever, if it is not with the woman I love? — Michael Scott

You don't have to say I love you to say I love you. — Jodi Picoult

Mostly I think I've learned to trust God more. I mean, if I start getting worried or freaked, I just try to put it in God's hands. Sometimes I imagine God cradling the globe in his hands, and I tell myself that as long as I'm with God, the Creator of the universe, I can be comfortable and at home anyplace on the planet. — Melody Carlson

I'm about as musical as a rusty tin opener. — Lucy Holliday

I think people prefer to remember happy times, well, happier times, and if they can't remember them, then to change the memories and make them happier. — Donna Leon

It's the 21st century, and somebody has to rise from within this faith tradition and retranslate it for the post-modern world. The Earth is not the center of the universe, therefore, God is not a being who lives above the sky, who splits the Red Sea from time to time, or creates a miracle, or whatever. — John Shelby Spong

When it happens that a person has to give up a sexual object, there quite often ensues an alteration of his ego which can only be described as a setting up of the object inside the ego, as it occurs in melancholia; the exact nature of this substitution is as yet unknown to us. — Sigmund Freud

This uneasiness comes over me from time to time, and I feel as if I've somehow been pieced together from two different puzzles. — Haruki Murakami

A satisfying prayer life elevates and purifies every act of body and mind and integrates the entire personality into a single spiritual unit. In the long pull we pray only as well as we live. — Aiden Wilson Tozer

As the company headed for the table, I drew her over to the window and passionately kissed her face, which had delicately recovered from its past suffering. I was wrong to say that I have never recaptured the sweetness of that kiss at Les Oublis. The kiss on this evening was as sweet as no other. Or rather, it was the kiss of Les Oublis, which, evoked by the allure of a similar minute, slipped gently from the depths of the past and settled between my mother's still vaguely pale cheeks and my lips. — Marcel Proust