Fyodor Dostoevsky Quotes
I myself will perhaps cry out with all the rest, looking at the mother embracing her child's tormentor: 'Just art thou, O Lord!' but I do not want to cry out with them. While there's still time, I hasten to defend myself against it, and therefore I absolutely renounce all higher harmony. It is not worth one little tear of even that one tormented child who beat her chest with her little fist and prayed to 'dear God' in a stinking outhouse with her unredeemed tears!
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During the presidential primaries of 1940, I received a request from the Democratic National Committee to sing God Bless America before the speeches.
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I always try to see the good in everything, and that gives me strength. Even when I lost in the London Olympics quarterfinals, I said to myself, 'Don't lose heart, God has his own plans.' Actually, life just goes on; you have to accept whatever challenge you face and become stronger.
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The yogi offers his labyrinthine human longings to a monotheistic bonfire dedicated to the unparalleled God. This is indeed the true yogic fire ceremony, in which all past and present desires are fuel consumed by love divine.
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The artist is the medium between his fantasies and the rest of the world.
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I really believed that my songs were good enough for the whole world to listen to. I had fans from America or the U.K. who would be like, 'Oh my God, I love your music'.
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Tenured professors are more prone than the rest of us to think that the university is the universe.
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When you advise any person you should be guided by the fear of God.
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I hope to bring people to God with my songs.
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I do not feel obliged to believe that the same God who has endowed us with sense, reason, and intellect has intended us to forgo their use.
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As is always the way with pancakes, the first hotcake to come out of the pan will probably be a bit misshapen. Just scoff it, and carry on with the rest.
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Second, we also got a more authentic liturgy of the people of God, in the vernacular language.
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I am writing to all the churches to let it be known that I will gladly die for God if only you do not stand in my way... Let me be food for the wild beasts, for they are my way to God.
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Whatsoever is, is in God, and without God nothing can be, or be conceived.
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I believe in one power, and that is the hand of God. I respect all religions.
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As often as you fail, get up and try again. God will never let you down, so long as you don't let Him down, and so long as you make the effort.
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We have domesticated God's transcendence. We often learn about God at about the same time as we are learning about Santa Claus; but our ideas about Santa Claus change, mature and become more nuanced, whereas our ideas of God can remain at a rather infantile level.
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Libraries can take the place of God.
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Every man's life is a fairy tale written by God's fingers.
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The central purpose of all scripture is to fill our souls with faith in God the Father and in His Son, Jesus Christ.
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Music is a huge part of my life and something I enjoy very much. I wanted to use my platform to share and promote the talented, undiscovered artists I listen to every day with a wider audience.
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Men we shall have only as we make manhood the object of the work of the schools - intelligence, broad sympathy, knowledge of the world that was and is, and of the relation of men to it - this is the curriculum of that Higher Education which must underlie true life.
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It's about maintaining balance. Plan better, be organised. I chose to be a working wife and mother. Why should I compromise on either?
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I was so afraid of upsetting people, and not being liked for saying something that was not to everyone's taste.
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I myself will perhaps cry out with all the rest, looking at the mother embracing her child's tormentor: 'Just art thou, O Lord!' but I do not want to cry out with them. While there's still time, I hasten to defend myself against it, and therefore I absolutely renounce all higher harmony. It is not worth one little tear of even that one tormented child who beat her chest with her little fist and prayed to 'dear God' in a stinking outhouse with her unredeemed tears!
