Ofensa Hacia Quotes & Sayings

Remember, we show courage in many ways. — Jody Hedlund

Know that the secret of the arts is to correct nature. — Voltaire

Some human memories and tearful lore, Render him terrorless: his name's No More. — Edgar Allan Poe

[The photograph is] still a space to reorganize our thoughts about reality and our place in the world. How do you disentangle the surface of reality? — Gilles Peress

We never really had any kind of a Christmas. This is one part where my memory fails me completely. — Frank McCourt

A team is a group of players who support one another on court and who think of the group before they think of themselves — K. C. Jones

New ideas for innovation grow out of the minds of each new generation. Having an institution of higher learning that can help young people put those ideas into action is critical. — Jay Samit

As the earth spins through space, a view from above the North Pole would encompass most of the wealth of the world - most of its food, productive machines, doctors, engineers and teachers. A view from the opposite pole would encompass most of the world's poor. — Barry Commoner

This was why I was here. This was why I would take whatever reception waited for me when I got back. Because, underneath all the anger and the sarcasm, Jacob was in pain. Right now, it was very clear in his eyes. I didn't know how to help him, but I knew I had to try. It was more than that I owed him. It was because his pain hurt me, too. Jacob had become a part of me, and there was no changing that now. — Stephenie Meyer

All I hear are Satan's hammers and the war drums of hell, thank you. — Alexandra Bracken

Every day He humbles Himself just as He did when from from His heavenly throne into the Virgin's womb; every day He comes to us and lets us see Him in lowliness, when He descends from the bosom of the Father into the hands of the priest at the altar. — Francis Of Assisi

The way in which the vast mass of the poor are treated by modern society is truly scandalous. They are herded into great cities where they breathe a fouler air than in the countryside which they have left. — Friedrich Engels

His own life suddenly seemed repellently formal. Whom did he know or what did he know and whom did he love? Sitting on the stump under the burden of his father's death and even the mortality inherent in the dying, wildly colored canopy of leaves, he somehow understood that life was only what one did every day ... Nothing was like anything else, including himself, and everything was changing all of the time. He knew he couldn't perceive the change because he was changing too, along with everything else.
(from the novella, The Man Who Gave Up His Name) — Jim Harrison