Transmitidos Quotes & Sayings

It is good that war is so terrible, or we should become too fond of it

Robert E. Lee — Greg Seeley

If anyone says that it is possible that at some time, given the advancement of knowledge, a sense may be assigned to the dogmas propounded by the Church which is different from that which the Church has understood and understands: let him be anathema. — Pope Pius IX

The moment you start to talk about playing music, you destroy music. It cannot be talked about. It can only be played, enjoyed and listened to. — John McLaughlin

Golden retrievers are not bred to be guard dogs, and considering the size of their hearts and their irrepressible joy in life, they are less likely to bite than to bark, less likely to bark than to lick a hand in greeting. In spite of their size, they think they are lap dogs, and in spite of being dogs, they think they are also human, and nearly every human they meet is judged to have the potential to be a boon companion who might, at many moment, cry, "Let's go!" and lead them on a great adventure. — Dean Koontz

Aptitude can show calling, but it isn't the only indicator. Ineptitude or dysfunction may reveal calling more than talent, curiously enough. — James Hillman

Time is numbered only to man. — Ezra Taft Benson

In so many ways, he had wanted this his whole life - or at least ever since he'd survived his transition and had any sexual impulse at all. This moment was the culmination of countless daydreams and innumerable fantasies, his secret desire made manifest. — J.R. Ward

Stay true to yourself, yet always be open to learn. Work hard, and never give up on your dreams, even when nobody else believes they can come true but you. These are not cliches but real tools you need no matter what you do in life to stay focused on your path. — Phillip Sweet

In minor crises, the preacher can extract himself emotionally and allow others to express grief and fear and doubt while he remains strong. — James A. Forbes

I sailed through my childhood with a complete lack of any drama. — Kate Adie

He began to search among the infinite series of impressions which time had laid down, leaf upon leaf, fold upon fold softly, incessantly upon his brain; among scents, sounds; voices, harsh, hollow, sweet; and lights passing, and brooms tapping; and the wash and hush of the sea. — Virginia Woolf