Simbolicas Quotes & Sayings

The machine itself has begun to do the work of revolution. The State is now generating forces that will accomplish what no revolutionaries could accomplish by themselves. — Charles A. Reich

In 'Taxi,' I kept doing the same scene for three years. I was underused. — Jeff Conaway

In the end, the church will either declare the truth of God's Word, or it will find a way to run away from it. — Albert Mohler

Religions are confluences of organic-cultural flows that intensify joy and confront suffering by drawing on human and supra-human forces to make homes and cross boundaries.(p. 54) — Thomas A. Tweed

To be on the wire is life - the rest - is waiting. — Roy Scheider

Sometimes, maybe ... sometimes there's no right or wrong. Sometimes there's just ... surviving. — Jasinda Wilder

I wish I started out as a solo artist. — Darlene Love

Every lying thought bears in itself a proof of its falsehood. This proof is its deadly effect upon the heart; — John Of Kronstadt

The more we allow God's "wine" (the Holy Spirit, see Eph 5:18) to purify our hearts through holy drunkenness, the more we experience a "real and deep victory" over the distortion of lust (see TOB 45:4). — Ascension Press

Children surviving childhood is my obsessive theme and my life's concern, — Maurice Sendak

But never have I been a blue calm sea
I have always been a storm. — Stevie Nicks

I don't need an overpowering, powerful, rich man to feel secure. I'd much rather have a man who is there for me, who really loves me, who is growing, who is real. — Bianca Jagger

So I say this. Speak of them. Speak of those that died. Speak of all those who ever died
in all the world's history, in its wars, and long-lost days. Speak of those who met their deaths in Glencoe, in snow
not of their deaths, but of their lives before them. Not of how they died, but of how they bent to pat a dog's head, or what ballads they could sing, or what their skin was like by their eyes when they smiled, or which weather was their weather
for it keeps them living. It stops them being dead.
To do this
to speak or write of them
puts breath back in their mouths. It lifts them up from their earthy beds ... brings them forth, and they stand by the side of the one who speaks of them; they walk out of the pages of those who write them down. From the realm, they smile upon us. All the dead people
only, they are not dead. — Susan Fletcher

Maharet's skin, which had been so pale and almost luminous in life, so like the inner lining of a seashell. — Anne Rice

The day that you die will be like any other day ... only shorter. — Samuel Beckett