Our existence is beyond our explanation, whether we believe in God or we have religion or we're atheist. Our existence is beyond our understanding. No one has an answer.
What is it that really makes us, us? It's our collective intelligence. It's our ability to write things down, our language and our consciousness.
The truth is our country, our people, our liberties, and our way of life are under attack by radical Islamic terrorists who kill and destroy in the name of religion.
One does not kill oneself for love of a woman, but because love - any love - reveals us in our nakedness, our misery, our vulnerability, our nothingness.
It is more true to say that our opinions depend upon our lives and habits, than to say that our lives and habits depend on our opinions.
Rather than allowing our response to an even affect our breathing, we can learn instead to let our breathing change our relationship to the event.
If our language, our programs, our creations are not strongly present in the new media, the young generation of our country will be economically and culturally marginalized.
He that struggles with us strengthens our nerves, and sharpens our skill. Our antagonist is our helper.
He that wrestles with us strengthens our nerves and sharpens our skill. Our antagonist is our helper.
We do not owe allegiance to any candidate because they share our party or our color, but because they share our principles and our conscience.
We must not be afraid to push boundaries; instead, we should leverage our science and our technology, together with our creativity and our curiosity, to solve the world's problems.
We should count our blessings more than our happenings, as much as we should count our savings more than our earnings.
We go on multiplying our conveniences only to multiply our cares. We increase our possessions only to the enlargement of our anxieties.
Customs form us all, our thoughts, our morals, our most fixed beliefs; are consequences of our place of birth.
Let us form one body, one heart, and defend to the last warrior our country, our homes, our liberty, and the graves of our fathers.
Know what being a man's pet means. And if you're ever lucky enough to find yourself with the choice, choose the pasture.
He'd lived long enough to know that everyone handled grief in different ways, and little by little, they all seemed to accept their new lives.
At times, it almost felt like I was destined to take the trip, like all the people I met had somehow been waiting for me
The last thing she'd wanted was anything as complicated as a relationship, for it felt as though there we're though complication in her life already.
Ignorance as a deliberate choice, can be used to reinforce prejudice and discrimination.
A perfect example, in matters of life and death, of love and passion, of choice or destiny; options decrease to a singular course.
