Produtos Quotes & Sayings

What is a valley of tears? He was scourged, covered with spittle, crowned with thorns, nailed to the cross. From this valley of tears you must ascend. But ascend where? 'In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God' (Jn 1:1). For He Himself, the 'Word was made flesh and dwelt among us.' Abiding in Himself, He descended to you. He descended to you so as to become for you a valley of tears; He abode in Himself so as to be for you a mountain of ascent. And 'In the days to come,' said Isaiah, 'the mountain of the Lord shall tower above the hills' (Is 2:2). It is there we must ascend. — Augustine Of Hippo

After we'd moved into 81, we had placed an order for a phone, and waited. First a man came by to see if we lived where we said we did. Then two men visited to make a "study" of our situation. Then another man appeared to find out if we really wanted a phone. The process was very French, and made me laugh, especially when I thought of how quickly such a transaction would have taken place in the States. — Julia Child

People may say many negative things about love, but it will remain the most beautiful sensation and strongest emotion ever felt.
Love opens sky, makes the sun shine at midnight, stops time, and cure all wounds. Love is paradise and love is God. — Elie Jerome

They may kill me, but they cannot kill my ideas. They can crush my body, but they will not be able to crush my spirit. — Bhagat Singh

What is called chance is the instrument of Providence and the secret agent that counteracts what men call wisdom, and preserves order and regularity, and continuation in the whole, for ... I firmly believe, notwithstanding all our complaints, that almost every person upon earth tastes upon the totality more happiness than misery; and therefore if we could correct the world to our fancies, and with the best intentions imaginable, probably we should only produce more misery and confusion. — Horace Walpole

The night's chilly breath tickles up my neck and finds my ear, whispering secrets only the wind knows. — Libba Bray