Rudolf Vrba Quotes & Sayings

Waiting so long... for 0 result? — Deyth Banger

Genius: 1. to believe your own thought. To believe that what is true for you is ultimately true. 2. a sledgehammer. 3. the fruit of labour and thought. 4. soul. 5. the ability to put into effect what is in your mind. 6. something one can become. — Heinrich Heine

People will be able to judge for themselves. — Hillary Clinton

First, draw off your hearts, because Jesus Christ, the Head, is risen and ascended upon high, and there sits at the right hand of His Father; and if the Head is in heaven, where should the members be but where the Head is? Shall Christ our Head be in heaven, and shall our hearts, which are His members, lie groveling on the ground and panting after the dust of the earth, making all our inquiry and labor after these? 'If Christ our Head be risen, seek those things that are above, where Christ sits at God's right hand.' — Christopher Love

The moment is now and we cant get it back from the grave. — Macklemore

We know that Heaven chastens those whom it loves best; being pleased by repeated trials, to make ... pure spirits more pure. — William Makepeace Thackeray

Doctors is all swabs. — Robert Louis Stevenson

When I consider the brief span of my life absorbed into the eternity which precedes and will succeed it - memoria hospitis unius diei praetereuntis (remembrance of a guest who tarried but a day) - the small space I occupy and which I see swallowed up in the infinite immensity of spaces of which I know nothing and which know nothing of me, I take fright and am amazed to see myself here rather than there: there is no reason for me to be here rather than there, now rather than then. Who put me here? By whose command and act were this place and time allotted to me? — Blaise Pascal

longer than it was necessary or productive to do so. — Iyanla Vanzant

Every family should have at least three children. Then if one is a genius the other two can support him. — George Gibson Coote

Pretend you're good at it. — Jenny Lawson

We ought to make the moments notes Of happy glad Thanksgiving; The hours and days, a silent praise Of music we are living. — Ella Wheeler Wilcox