Wingbeat Of Giant Quotes & Sayings

The ultimate weakness of violence is that it is a descending spiral, begetting the very thing it seeks to destroy. Instead of diminishing evil, it multiplies it. — Martin Luther King Jr.

Democracy is an internal subject of the developing society. There are fundamentals of democracy, and they should be understood universally in different countries. — Vladimir Putin

We all have our own life to pursue, our own kind of dream to be weaving, and we all have the power to make wishes come true, as long as we keep believing. — Louisa May Alcott

As we get more technically driven, the importance of people becomes more than it's ever been before. You have to utilize who you are in your work. Nobody else can do that: nobody else can pull from your background, from your parents, your upbringing, your whole life experience. — David Carson

When we do good - even when others are doing wrong - God will bless us. — Billy Graham

She HATED to think about her sins. — Anne Taintor

It's time to declare a cease-fire in the education arms race. We have far more to gain from collaborating to solve our common problems than competing for higher rankings. — Wendy Kopp

There are five Gospels: Matthew, Mark, Luke, John and the Christian. Most people will never read the first four. — Rodney "Gipsy" Smith

It is some fundamental certainty which a noble soul has about itself, something which is not to be sought, is not to be found, and perhaps, also, is not to be lost. The noble soul has reverence for itself. — Friedrich Nietzsche

Miracles centered gospel makes our people to be superficial and light. — Sunday Adelaja

It was hard for my father to read; it took him a long time, but he had tremendous retention and tremendous appreciation for writing. — Samuel Goldwyn Jr.

Most days I feel like the sole survivor of a shipwreck, rowing my paddleboat across a sea of people on waves made of an infinite array of hands and crests that reveal anonymous faces. On a good day, the clouds part to alight on-lo and behold-an island! I step ashore, only find that it too is made of people, mangled bodies somehow still alive. They grab at my feet, pulling me under like quicksand. The last thing I see before suffocating is the sky, a billion eyes staring down, blinking in undulating electric ripples. The cold rain I feel on my cheeks is the tears of the people. — Richard M. Nixon

My thoughts are quiet, but not calm. There is a terror on the edge of the silence, a terror fed by my burning flesh and the stench of death. — Christine Fonseca