Sabellius S Quotes & Sayings

Life is a long drop down, Marcus. The most important thing is knowing how to fall. — Joel Dicker

You have seeds of greatness in you! I believe our lives as Christians should be the most exciting because we have the favor and blessings of God on our side! — Victoria Osteen

As a kid, I wanted to be a pro tennis player. I was pretty good; at the tennis academies I attended, I always 'played up' against older age groups. — Matt Kuchar

Marcion: The God of the Old Testament and Jesus in the New Testament are two different gods. Docetists: Jesus only appeared to be human. Arius: The Son was a created being of a lower order than the Father. Apollinarius: Jesus' divine nature/Logos replaced the human rational soul in the incarnation. In other words, Jesus' "pure" divine nature replaced the "filthy" mind of a typical human. Sabellius: Jesus and the Father are not distinct but just "modes" of a single being. Eutyches: The divinity of Christ overwhelms his humanity. Nestorius: Jesus was composed of two separate persons, one divine and one human. — Justin S. Holcomb

At the time of his death, John Kennedy had a national security establishment that was a writhing ball of snakes. — Charlie Pierce

People don't really go to museums in Rio. I shouldn't say it's not sophisticated, but, you know, they go to the beach. — Francisco Costa

It would have been absurd in the Evangelist to say that the Speech was always with God, if he had not some kind of subsistence peculiar to himself in God. This passage serves, therefore, to refute the error of Sabellius; for it shows that the Son is distinct from the Father. — John Calvin

You don't have to sleep, you don't have to dream, to have nightmares. — Mandy Hubbard

Lisa blamed Twilight, and the preconceived notions about men (especially dangerous men) that it tended to form in the impressionable adolescent mind. — Nenia Campbell

And he loved my mother. I saw him on the last days of his life lift that oil-scented right hand and enter its fingers into her ordered hair and rustle it free of its pins as if he had been offered velvet or the fur of a rare animal. Forever I hold that gesture. For me it was perhaps the last remembered pleasure belonging to him. It is the unspoiled core of whatever I know of love and family (and I have not been successful at the craft of it). Our shyness at embracing each other - it rarely happened - did not matter. I felt safe and comforted in his house. — Michael Ondaatje