F. F. Bruce Quotes
Religion isn't the problem ignorance and hatred are.
All I do know is that as we age the weight of our unsorted baggage becomes heavier...much heavier. With each passing year, the price of our refusing to do that sorting rises higher and higher.
It has been raining here for ten years.I keep an accurate record of time and can state this with no fear of contradiction.
Light is the magician of the cosmos.
To say she is only a woman is to say a violin is a piece of wood with strings, and Dante is mere ink printed on paper.
Christianity is the only major religion to have at its central event the humiliation of its God.
The only honest art form is laughter, comedy. You can't fake it...try to fake three laughs in an hour -- ha ha ha ha ha -- they'll take you away, man. You can't.
...We'll exchange rings, we'll throw rice. We'll put down roots.'We don't have roots. We're network people. We have aerials.
The best music... is essentially there to provide you something to face the world with.
As Branford Marsalis said in a beautiful essay he write upon Clarence's death, C was blessed with 'the power of musical intent.
As we'd slogged away for weeks on the Convention Hall stage in isolation, trying to pump life into our much-vaunted songbook, there'd been only one thing missing: you.
As there is no joy for the broken heart, there is not also an harmony to a guitar with broken strings!
And to do something that helps your coven survive, even after your own death, is the greatest gift you can possibly give them…”--Angela from Angela’s Coven
People will print what they will capturing but try to give the real image through positive thinking for that you will prove them how they are wrong!
Koji pulled Ruben onto the next cog. Together, they became part of the space between things.
As a nation we should look more carefully at how our fear of future acts of terrorism is undermining our quality of life.
Surprisingly, it is often when wandering through the emotional carnage left by the worst of humankind that we find the best of humanity ad well.
Words have no power... which you do not give them.
...what distinguishes pulp fiction from great literature is how emphatically the work challenges us to interpret it.
For him I was like the land, something to care for...well, he loved to make things grow. But he resembled the land more than me. He needed constant cultivation, or the fruit turned wild.
Humans are more dependent on learning for survival than other species, We have no instincts that automatically find us food and shelter !
You lose a child and you do understand each other's grief at first, but if you get out of step with each other, it's all over. Suddenly each of you is alone.
When the Dream Giver asked me to give my Dream to him, I didn't think I could. But I wanted the Dream Giver more than my Dream, so I did.
The real home of man is not his house but the road. Life itself is a travel that has to be done by foot.
Not everything that can be counted counts.Not everything that counts can be counted.
The 'what should be' never did exist, but people keep trying to live up to it. There is no 'what should be, ' there is only what is.
The good characters in my book are loosely based on folks I know. All the bad stuff is made up.
A tontine is a kind of primitive insurance fund, combined with a sort of lottery. And while it has many flaws as a financial scheme, as a literary device…
The loneliest place to spend eternity is your own life after you can't change it anymore."--Lucifer from Kevin
Here beneath the towering pines, by the river blueFarragut will ever stand, alma mater true
As with . . . even the written word, the remote overview is one more wrenched perspective that developing civilization has glued, collagelike, to the once unified experience of life.
The smart employer looks not for perfection but for an explanation of how the consequences of a dishonorable act affected the candidate and others.
He was a man more concerned with the truth than his arrest quota, a philosophy that would often have him skate on thin ice with the higher ups.
A tear cringed off his cheek and stained her writing on the paper. He didn’t wipe it, men must be honest and transparent, they should never wipe their tears.