Queimada Gallega Quotes

#1. I'm not a politician. I'm not a lawyer. I'm just a country boy.

Max Burns

#2. Death rock me asleep.

William Shakespeare

#3. I love you for all that you are, all that you have been, all that you're yet to be.

Ernest Hemingway,

#4. -Who are you?
- No one else will ever need to know.
- What do you mean?
- I know who I am. That's enough for me.

Tahereh Mafi

#5. We are summoned not only to intimacy but to take possession of our very oneness with the Son of God in the inner life of the Trinity in the communication of the very Love of Father and Son, the Most Holy Spirit. This is what centering prayer is about.

M. Basil Pennington

#6. When we age we shed many skins: ego, arrognace, dominance, self-opionated, unreliable, pessimism, rudeness, selfish, uncaring ... Wow, it's good to be old!

Stephen Richards

#7. It is not right to exult over slain men.

Homer

#8. Friends are made my many acts and lost by only one.

Harvey MacKay

#9. But everything changes. To deny change is to deny life. And the present moment contains miracles. Including an ability to see and receive the new.

Brooke Berman

#10. LUK23.42 And he said unto Jesus, Lord, remember me when thou comest into thy kingdom. LUK23.43 And Jesus said unto him, Verily I say unto thee, To day shalt thou be with me in paradise.

Anonymous

#11. Between the experience of living a normal life at this moment on the planet and the public narratives being offered to give a sense to that life, the empty space, the gap, is enormous.

John Berger

#12. So all we know about Hugh MacLean is that his financial situation is unclear, he has an unknown number of illegitimate children, and the family curse is true. I've caught quiet a prize!

Karen Hawkins

#13. I am hoping very much to get re-elected but it is going to be a tough fight.

Boris Johnson

#14. During climbs into taller trees, I was occasionally able to look down on the backs of birds, which shine with reflected sunlight as they move through the green depths of the canopy, like schools of fish.

Richard Preston