Trivellato Vicenza Quotes & Sayings

My chest aches, but not with fear or sadness. With hope. With love. I love her. I love her, and it is better than anything else I can remember. You found me. — Stacey Jay

Christ says, Give me All. I don't want so much of your time and so much of your money and so much of your work: I want You. I have not come to torment your natural self, but to kill it. No half-measures are any good ... Hand over the whole natural self, all the desires which you think innocent as well as the ones you think wicked
the whole outfit. I will give you a new self instead. In fact, I will give you Myself: my own will shall become yours. — C.S. Lewis

Sharing our personal stories makes us grateful for experiencing the radiance of being alive. Writing our personal stories documenting our vivid encounters with the larger world and examining our own time-tested ideas shapes the conception of our own being. — Kilroy J. Oldster

I loathe the mess of mean superstitions and misunderstood prophecies which is still rammed down the throats of children under the name of Christianity. — George Bernard Shaw

And now that you are out? How does the world seem to you?" he says.
"Mostly the same," I say. "People are just divided by different things, fighting different wars. — Veronica Roth

The noblest deeds are well enough set forth in simple language; emphasis spoils them. — Jean De La Bruyere

God remains the same - faithful, loving and powerful - through changes big and small. — Janet P. Eckles

I've always loved dogs. I grew up with them and I love working with them. They're really fun. — Zac Efron

We may go to the house of mirth, to a party, where we have fun, kick back, have a good time, and enjoy entertainment. Parties are not all that serious; we don't have to be contemplative in order to enjoy ourselves there. Certainly there is a time to laugh, a time to dance, a time to celebrate-a time to have a party. But how much do we learn in those circumstances? Times of mirth do very little for the good of our souls. — R.C. Sproul