Quotes About Sharing

Every single person on this planet is worth the trouble we might face in the context of sharing Christ with them

honey. Maeve and I use it all the time." "For what?" "Tea.

The whole catalogue of humanity was online, feeling entitled to their opinions and to their right to share. It could be brutal.

But that was the world now, everyone in their little silo, broadcasting versions of their lives from a screen, onto the screens of others.

When we experience his grace, we're compelled to tell others so they may praise the Lord with us. In doing so, their faith is bolstered, knowing that God is real, God is powerful, God is sovereign, and God is moving.

Writings can be stolen, or changed, or used for evil purposes. But isn't the risk worth taking? The more people who share knowledge, the greater safeguard for it. Isn't there more danger in ignorance than knowledge?

For the odd thing about wisdom is the more you use it the more it grows; and the more you share, the more you gain. You'd be amazed how few understand that.

The worse part of holding the memories is not the pain. It's the loneliness of it. Memories need to be shared.

But why can't everyone have the memories? I think it would seem a little easier if the memories were shared. You and I wouldn't have to bear so much by ourselves, if everybody took a part. The Giver sighed. You're right, he said. But then everyone would be burdened and pained. They don't want that. And that's the real reason The Receiver is so vital to them, and so honored. They selected me - and you - to lift that burden from themselves.

you have more than you know. And people will want what you have.

an urge, a need, a passionate yearning to share the warmth with the one person left for him to love.

I brug you two [gifts] . . . I gots the little here in my pockie.' He dug one hand deep into his pocket and pulled out a handful of nuts and a dead grasshopper. 'Nope. Be the other side.' (Matt)

The worst part of holding the memories is not the pain. It's the loneliness of it. Memories need to be shared.

But the moment passed and was followed by an urge, a need, a passionate yearning to share the warmth with the one person left for him to love. Aching from the effort, he forced the memory of warmth into the thin, shivering body in his arms. Gabriel stirred. For a moment they both were bathed in warmth and renewed strength as they stood hugging each other in the blinding snow.

Sunkiausias dalykas Atminties Saugotojui yra ne skausmas. Sunkiausia, kad saugai prisiminimus vienas. Jais reikia dalintis.

this talk will be a private one with Jonas.

It was one of the rituals, the evening telling of feelings. Sometimes Jonas and his sister, Lily, argued over turns, over who would get to go first.

An honor is not diminished for being shared.

You try to give away what you want yourself.

And that was just how it worked, wasn't it? Happiness handed around and around, never stopping. It wasn't something one could hoard tight like a miser. That would be like trying to hold one's breath for later.

The sharing isn't an every time thing, but it would sure as hell be missed if we stopped." "Has anyone ever asked you to stop, Dawg?" she asked. "Have you ever considered it?" Something dangerous flashed in his expression before it was gone just as quickly. "I'd stop if someone I loved asked it of me. If I knew the woman I loved couldn't handle it." He shrugged his broad shoulders.

Imagine a wife and a mistress sharing the same toothbrush forever and ever, never knowing.

Like the shaman, a teacher has to have a clear vision so that a student can come to believe that he or she sees something real that can be shared. The teacher's message must be "I know something you don't know, something you don't have, but I am committed to sharing it with you and bringing you on this journey.

Knowledge was not meant to be locked behind doors. It breathes best in the open air where all men can inhale its essence.