Quotes About Witness

I wish I could convey the perfection of a seal slipping into water or a spider monkey swinging from point to point or a lion merely turning its head. But language founders in such seas. Better to picture it in your head if you want to feel it...I spent more hours than I can count a quiet witness to the highly mannered, manifold expressions of life that grace our planet. It is something so bright, loud, weird and delicate as to stupefy the senses.

No less important than the ideal of martyrdom was that of virginity, which also goes back to the first age of the Church. Indeed the two ideals were associated - first by the cult of virgin martyrs, like St. Agnes, which was so popular, and secondly by the idea that virginity was a kind of living martyrdom, a witness to the power of the faith to transcend human weakness.

Over the years Saul has heard of Yeshua's teaching and they never made any sense to him: sometimes he had preached as a devout Jew, but at others spoke as an apostate. He had some learning but no understanding, and he did not keep faith with the Lord's sacred words. That was why his followers had been led astray into blasphemy and perversion. That was why Saul spied on them, bore witness against them. But now he is in their house and they have saved him

The candlestick is their witness to the world. It's their light in the darkness. This is not a warning that the people will lose their salvation - that's not what Jesus is saying. However, they will lose their witness to a dying world that needs the love of God.

History is the witness that testifies to the passing of time; it illumines reality, vitalizes memory, provides guidance in daily life and brings us tidings of antiquity.

JUAN 1John 1 1 Lo que era desde el principio, lo que hemos Oído, lo que hemos visto con nuestros ojos, lo que contemplamos y palparon nuestras manos tocante al Verbo de vida 2 --la vida fue manifestada, y la hemos visto; y os testificamos y anunciamos la vida eterna que estaba con el Padre y nos fue manifestada--,

Naught is simple about the truth. There is the truth of what happened and the truth of what I believe happened and the truth of what I still remember to have happened. And that does not embrace the truths perceived and remembered by others, let alone whether any of us witnessed the fullness of the truth in the first place.

La vida es una sucesión de actos miserables interrumpidos por unos pocos y pequeños actos heroicos, y es en el promedio de todos ellos donde logramos sentirnos dignos. Donde queremos que al menos un testigo nos sepa dignos. Aunque no lo seamos.

Recognition of this lack might break you apart. Or recognition might illuminate the erasure the attempted erasure triggers. Whether such discerning creates a healthier, if more isolated, self, you can't know. In any case, Youngman doesn't speak to this kind of anger. He doesn't say that witnessing the expression of this more ordinary and daily anger might make the witness believe that a person is "insane." And

1942. All the victims were naked. The German engineer Hermann Graebe recalled one moment particularly. "I still clearly remember a dark-haired, slim girl who pointed to herself as she passed close to me and said, 'Twenty-three.

you've never seen any evidence of drugs—any packets of drugs? Crack? Speed? Ecstasy? Anything? Anything at all?" Had she? "No," she said. Almost truthfully. "You've never smelt anything suspicious?" "I wouldn't know what they smell like, drugs

Not comprehending, they hear like the deaf. The saying is their witness: absent while present.

The "apostolic church" is a poor church. It has no marvelous new revelations, no knowledge of higher worlds, no possibility of proving its faith by reason. It lives from the witness of a few men who were neither religious geniuses, nor ethical heroes, nor original thinkers. The only authority for the unverifiable things they said was that Jesus Christ had sent them and that they were witnesses of His resurrection.

The essence of a church confession lies, first of all, in the fact that it bears witness to objective truths. These, like the incarnation or the resurrection of Christ, cannot be derived from subjective experiences and are independent of all subjective opinions. Second, it belongs to the nature of such a confession that it is the creed of the church, that it is confessed not only by an I but by a we.

Our possessions outlast us, surviving shocks we cannot; we have to live up to them, as they will be our witnesses when we are gone.

As the combatants will always tell you, you really needed to see it, you had to be there. . .

The very worst thing, she was certain, was not human misery, but its nakedness, and the naked witness of others.

I know how to be the witness to her grief. I don't know how to be this kind of villain.

But if the judge continues to put forward the declaration that there is an unholy, unnatural alliance between the Republicans and the National Democrats, I now want to enter my protest against receiving him as an entirely competent witness upon the subject.

Stay alive so you can tell.

Why Are Your Poems so Dark?" Isn't the moon dark too, most of the time? And doesn't the white page seem unfinished without the dark stain of alphabets? When God demanded light, he didn't banish darkness. Instead he invented ebony and crows and that small mole on your left cheekbone. Or did you mean to ask "Why are you sad so often?" Ask the moon. Ask what it has witnessed. Linda Pastan, Poetry (August 2003

I thought about the future, the oceans and continents he would cross, far away from everyone who knew and loved him. Far outside the sphere of his mothers prayers. Among the women of the future, there was one who would know his secrets and bear his children, and witness the changes the years worked on him. And it wouldnt be me. -Liberty Jones

But behind the existence which falls from one present to the other, without a past, without a future, behind these sounds which decompose from day to day, peel off and slip towards death, the melody stays the same, young and firm, like a pitiless witness.

When you live alone, you even forget what it is to tell a story: plausibility disappears at the same time as friends. You let events flow by too: you suddenly see people appear who speak and then go away; you plunge into stories of which you can't make head or tail: you'd make a terrible witness. But on the other hand, everything improbable, everything which nobody would ever believe in a cafe, comes your way.