Victory belongs to the most persevering.
Love is a longing to belong, to be beloved.
Fear and logic belong together.
I belong to my beloved, and my beloved is mine.
Responsibility for learning belongs to the student, regardless of age.
The earth belongs to the living, not to the dead.
The future belongs to those who prepare for it today.
I never felt I belonged. I was always an outsider.
I told you. . .you belong in a castle.
Prolonging it won't make it your belonging.
More belongs to marriage than four legs in a bed.
If there is anything in us, it is not our own; it is a gift of God. But if it is a gift of God, then it is entirely a debt one owes to love, that is, to the law of Christ. And if it is a debt owed to love, then I must serve others with it, not myself...
I'll tend to her as no mother ever tended a child, a daughter. Nobody will ever get my milk no more except my own children. I never had to give it to nobody else--and the one time I did it was took from me--they held me down and took it. Milk that be...
Everyone knew what he was thinking. Certainly there were demons in the world. But they were like Tehlu’s angels. They were like heroes and kings. They belonged in stories. They belonged out there. Taborlin the Great called up fire and lightning to ...
With his revelation,...I shattered into a million shards. I felt each piece as it splintered and separated from the whole like a glass I had broken the day before. Debris flew everywhere. It left me without any option but to pick each broken piece up...
I can assure everyone, that God is looking at the condition of your heart; not at the faith that you profess to have. After all, God is the God of all people, God is not sitting inside of a bottle, belonging to any one group of people. God looks at t...
You have to understand that only the very worst end up here: the ones whose anger made them kill, and who felt no sorrow or guilt after the act; those so obsessed with themselves that they turned their backs on the sufferings of others, and left them...
Paul Varjak: I love you. Holly Golightly: So what. Paul Varjak: So what? So plenty! I love you, you belong to me! Holly Golightly: [tearfully] No. People don't belong to people. Paul Varjak: Of course they do! Holly Golightly: I'll never let ANYBODY ...
The artist belongs to his work, not the work to the artist.
Brooks Robinson belongs in a higher league.
Who belongs to the community of the commonly protected?
