Residentes Permanentes Quotes & Sayings

People hiss at me, but I applaud myself in my own house, and at the same time contemplate the money in my chest. — Horace

However hard he tried, he could never manage to make himself visible to human eyes and not because he can't, since for him nothing is impossible, it's simply that he wouldn't know what face to wear when introducing himself to the beings he supposedly created and who probably wouldn't recognize him anyway. There are those who say we're very fortunate that god chooses not to appear before us, because compared with the shock we would get were such a thing to happen, our fear of death would be mere child's play. Besides, all the many things that have been said about god and about death are nothing but stories, and this is just another one. — Jose Saramago

Liverpool will always be my home. — David Morrissey

A man leads a dree life who's not i' th' Union. But once i' the' Union, his interests are taken care on better nor he could do it for himsel', or by himsel', for that matter. It's the only way working men can get their rights, by all joining together. More the members, more chance for each one separate man having justice done him. Government takes care o' fools and madmen; and if any man is inclined to do himsel' or his neighbour a hurt, it puts a bit of a check on him, whether he likes it or no. That's all we do i' th' Union. We can't clap folk into prison; but we can make a man's life so heavy to be borne, that he's obliged to come in, and be wise and helpful in spite of himself. — Elizabeth Gaskell

What seems tragic now won't even be an issue in a few years time. — Cecelia Ahern

When the leaders speak of peace, the common folk know war is coming. — Bertolt Brecht

I know it hurts," she said. "So make it worth the pain. — Victoria Schwab

The primary business I must attend to every day is to fellowship with the Lord. The first concern is not how much I might serve the Lord, but how my inner man might be nourished. — George Muller

At the heart of each of us, whatever our imperfections, there exists a silence pulse of perfect rhythm which is absolutely individual and unique, and yet which connects us to everything else. — George Leonard

Before, I just spewed whatever it was I thought about everything. I tend to be more contemplative now. — Anne Heche

She was the kind
Of complicated
That people got lost in;
They all wanted to save her,
But all she wanted
Was love. — Chris Mc Geown