Motong Dokumen Quotes & Sayings

Justice is useful when money is useless. — Plato

Only a female could be as calculating and have the foresight that destiny requires,' the gypsy explained. 'Now fate is a man,' he went on, 'no planning, just go with the flow and see what tomorrow brings. — Traci Harding

The future happiness of the human race depends on good people who want to live at peace with their neighbors, and who are willing to protect their neighbors from those who don't want peace. — Orson Scott Card

I don't know how the Wolfman knows all this, but he's not wrong. My warm cheeks turn scalding hot.
"Your shame is a good sign. You may break sooner than I thought. The breaking is good. It purifies. — Carolyn Lee Adams

He was something in between. Steadfast in pursuit but adaptable. Charming yet respectful. In other words, complex. — Priscilla West

Brokentail, I give you a life for compassion. Use it to shelter the weakest in your Clan, the kits and elders and the sick. Use it to show mercy to your enemies and to choose the path your paw steps will follow. — Erin Hunter

A poem is good until one knows by whom it is. — Karl Kraus

Love remains a relation with the Other that turns into need, transcendent exteriority of the other, of the beloved. But love goes beyond the beloved ... The possibility of the Other appearing as an object of a need while retaining his alterity, or again,the possibility of enjoying the Other ... this simultaneity of need and desire, or concupiscence and transcendence, ... constitutes the originality of the erotic which, in this sense, is the equivocal par excellence. — Emmanuel Levinas

We need deliberately to call to mind the joys of our journey. Perhaps we should try to write down the blessings of one day. We might begin; we could never end; there are not pens or paper enough in all the world. — George Arthur Buttrick

He realized that his eyes were fixed on the scene not out of duty, but from sheer inability to look away from the sheen of mingled rain and blood that gleamed on muscle, tightened in anguish to a curve of wrenching beauty. — Diana Gabaldon