Proporsi Orang Quotes & Sayings

He looked like the devil. His skin ruddy, his eyes a glowing yellow. Jet black hair slicked back on his head hung to his shoulders. But the demons didn't call him Devil, or Satan, or even Lucifer. They called him ...
Azazel. — Michelle K. Pickett

His presence is not upon us to be commandeered or directed by us. Instead, we are tools in his hand. If there is a dove resting on my shoulder in the natural (and I love that phrase 'and remained') and I don't want it to fly away, how am I going to walk around this room? Every step will be with the dove in mind. Every movement I make will be to preserve what I value most. — Bill Johnson

I refuse to make money out of my science. My laurel is not for sale like so many bales of cotton. — Albert Einstein

...I believe our early experiences and beliefs about our place in the world inform who we think we are and what we deserve and by what means it should be given to us. — Cheryl Strayed

Gospel music is nothing but singing of good tidings -- spreading the good news. It will last as long as any music because it is sung straight from the human heart. — Mahalia Jackson

When it comes to love, you can't keep score. — Mark Link

They found a city steaming with heat - 91 degrees on Tuesday, April 27, with four days yet to go until "Straw Hat Day," Saturday, May 1, when a man could at last break out his summer hats. Men followed this rule. A Times reporter did an impromptu visual survey of Broadway and spotted only two straw hats. "Thousands of sweltering, uncomfortable men plodded along with their winter headgear at all angles on their uncomfortable heads or carried in their hot, moist hands. — Erik Larson

In our decline we live in the shadow of giants. — Ian McEwan

Writers rush in where publishers fear to tread and where translators fear to tread. — Guillermo Cabrera Infante

When a man imagines, even after years of striving, that he has attained perfection, his decline begins. — Theodore Martin

Ah?" he said, vaguely. "No, I dinna think so. Still," he said with a smile, pulling his attention suddenly back to her, "I wouldna be likely to. A young burke of sixteen's too taken up wi' his own grand self to pay much heed to what he thinks are naught but a rabble of snot-nosed bairns. — Diana Gabaldon

History is the memory of a nation — Thomas Sowell