Suores De Sangue Quotes & Sayings

We are insulting God by constantly depending and looking forward for miracles. — Sunday Adelaja

Not good, but sometimes necessary when people try to make you believe you are secondary or that you shouldn't even exist. Why do you think we study wars in history class? How many months do we spend on World War II alone? When someone evil crosses that line - like Hitler or Mussolini or Tojo or more they teach us. So why is it okay for our government to drop bombs on people and kill with guns, but we aren't supposed to use our fists to protect ourselves? This country was founded on and by violence. — Matthew Quick

What I need now is stories, it took me a long time to know that, and I'm not sure of it. — Samuel Beckett

God, Who is by nature good and dispassionate, loves all men equally as His handiwork. But He glorifies the virtuous man because in his will he is united to God. At the same time, in His goodness he is merciful to the sinner and by chastising him in this life brings him back to the path of virtue. Similarly, a man of good and dispassionate judgment also loves all men equally. He loves the virtuous man because of his nature and the probity of his intention; and he loves the sinner, too, because of his nature and because in his compassion he pities him for foolishly stumbling in darkness. — Maximus The Confessor

You are here having realized the necessity of contending with yourself; then thank everyone who provides an opportunity. — G.I. Gurdjieff

From the cradle to the grave, joy and pain is the fertilizer for wisdom. — T.F. Hodge

The clear water the color of deeply steeped tea, surrounded by cattails and gracile grasses. — Lauren Slater

When you've spent your entire life feeling different, feeling like you're not enough, not good enough, not skinny enough, not pretty enough, it can be really difficult to accept that someone thinks differently, even if it's a good thing — Jasinda Wilder

Harry took the wand. He felt a sudden warmth in his fingers. He raised the wand above his head, brought it swishing down through the dusty air and a stream of red and gold sparks shot from the end like a firework, throwing dancing spots of light on to the walls. — J.K. Rowling