Ami e non ti scomponi, sei geloso e imperturbabile, ti penti e non provi rimorso, ti infurii e resti in pace, muti le opere ma non l’idea.
Ami e non ti scomponi, sei geloso e imperturbabile, ti penti e non provi rimorso, ti infurii e resti in pace, muti le opere ma non l’idea.
God is really only another artist. He invented the giraffe, the elephant and the cat. He has no real style, He just goes on trying other things.
This most beautiful system of the sun, planets and comets, could only proceed from the counsel and dominion of an intelligent and powerful Being.
If a couple isn’t following God’s guidelines for life or being led by the Holy Spirit, disagreements and misunderstandings skyrocket.
Tons of people have been delivered from the grips of the devil. Praise the Lord! The objective ain't so much to regurgitate evil but to heal.
That wish - that prayer - both men and women would have scorned me for - "But, Father, Thou wilt not despise!" I said, and felt that it was true.
God orders my steps and I pay very close attention to what I do. I take pride in my struggles. Let these be inspirations. I don't live there.
And God is able to make all grace abound to you, so that in all things at all times, having all that you need, you will abound in every good work.
It ain't all about me but ultimately all about God. You don't have to pay attention, watch, or keep up with all I do if don't like it.
May the resurrection power of Christ, awake in us a greater spiritual force and strength, so that we can passionately pursue our God-given dreams.
I can never feel that the Illusion of Life is a truth as long as any illusion reflects unreality; however, even an untruth is a truth in its turn.
God is but a supernatural spirit. He resides dormant in you, until you awaken to liberate yourself from this ignorance that you are body and mind.
It's ultimately about God. That's the overarching theme of our lives. He give you things to help along the journey. Some go through stuff.
Thine are these orbs of light and shade;Thou madest Life in man and brute;Thou madest Death; and lo, thy footIs on the skull which thou hast made.
If there is a god, or hundreds of them, I hope they will forgive me for the harm I may have inflicted on you by telling you exactly what happened.