Tim Keller Eschatology Quotes & Sayings

To shine is better than to reflect. — Gregory Benford

All the little things he does are piling up and turning into an emotion I don't understand. — Mika Yamamori

People are always willing to follow advice when it accords with their own wishes. — Marguerite Gardiner, Countess Of Blessington

A good dose of hearty laugh strengthens mood, reduces anxiety or stress and keeps the entire nervous system balanced. — Jessica Cambridge

In spite of the roaring of the young lions at the Union, and the screaming of the rabbits in the home of the vivisect, in spite of Keble College, and the tramways, and the sporting prints, Oxford still remains the most beautiful thing in England, and nowhere else are life and art so exquisitely blended, so perfectly made one. — Oscar Wilde

It is better to be faithful than famous. — Theodore Roosevelt

There's always a bit of truth in each rumour, the trouble is finding out which bit.
- Tayend — Trudi Canavan

Therefore, criticism has to direct itself against itself, and against the mysterious Substance in which it has up to now hid itself. In this way criticism must resolve things such that the development of this Substance drives itself forward to the Universality and Certainty of the Idea of its actual existence, the Eternal Self-consciousness. — Bruno Bauer

I think pickles are cucumbers that sold out. — Mitch Hedberg

Life is the continuing intervention of the inexplicable. — Erwin Chargaff

There might have been a hundred or a thousand life-bearing planets, had the course of evolution of the universe been a little different, or there might have been none at all. They would probably add, that, as life and man have been produced, that shows that their production was possible; and therefore, if not now then at some other time, if not here then in some other planet of some other sun, we should be sure to have come into existence; or if not precisely the same as we are, then something a little better or a little worse. — Alfred Russel Wallace

The slate black sky. The middle step
of the back porch. And long ago

my mother's necklace, the beads
rolling north and south. Broken

the rose stem, water into drops, glass
knob on the bedroom door. Last summer's

pot of parsley and mint, white roots
shooting like streamers through the cracks.

Years ago the cat's tail, the bird bath,
the car hood's rusted latch. Broken

little finger on my right hand at birth--
I was pulled out too fast. What hasn't

been rent, divided, split? Broken the days into nights, the night sky

into stars, the stars into patterns
I make up as I trace them

with a broken-off blade
of grass. Possible, unthinkable,

the cricket's tiny back as I lie
on the lawn in the dark, my hart

a blue cup fallen from someone's hands. — Dorianne Laux

Amazingly threequarters of all the IDPs were put up by the people of Mardan and the nearby town of Swabi. — Malala Yousafzai