Thomas Carlyle Quotes
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Never in a million years would I think I'd play in a Super Bowl.
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Date syrup is a natural sweetener that has wonderful richness and treacly depth; I drizzle it over semolina porridge.
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Our present will become the past of other men and women. We depend on them to remember it with the complexity with which it was suffered. As others, once, depended on us.
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Marriage, in life, is like a duel in the midst of a battle.
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I wrestled futilely, then relaxed as a vine wrapped three times around my throat and squeezed. Right," I choked out, and shut my eyes. "I'll wait here, then.
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People say that you're going the wrong way when it's simply a way of your own.
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Is this really the church of Christ, or are we just calling it the church because of our traditions and history?
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More and more the distinction between prayer and the rest of life seemed to be vanishing for Betsie.
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We become pitiable and ridiculous when we imbibe an unreasoned mysticism in our life without any natural or substantial basis. People like us, who are proud to be revolutionary in every sense, should always be prepared to bear all the difficulties, anxieties, pain and suffering which we invite upon ourselves by the struggles initiated by us and for which we call ourselves revolutionary.
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Answers to prayer have to be on God's schedule, not ours. He hears us pray, and He answers according to His will in His own time.
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Thinking of nothing. Trying to think of nothing. Thinking of everything.
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Geddy once joked, 'You're the only guy I know who rehearses to rehearse!
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I much prefer to write everything by myself. It's kind of difficult. It's like getting undressed in a really bright light.
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Make songs for Death as you would sing to Love -But you will not assuage him. He aloneOf all the gods will take no gifts from men.
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Robin Goodfellow, for all his pranks and mischief, was the sweetest, most noble person I'd ever known, and I'd missed him terribly.
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Fiction shows us the past as well as the present moment in mortal light; it is an art served by the indelibility of our memory, and one empowered by a sharp and prophetic awareness of what is ephemeral. It is by the ephemeral that our feeling is so strongly aroused for what endures.
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Western theology invariably asks the question: Are miracles possible? This of course addresses the Enlightenment problem of a closed universe. In much of Asia that is a non-question because the miraculous is assumed and fairly regularly experienced.
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We arc the miracle of miracles, the great inscrutable mystery of God.
