Quotes About World

Your numbness is something perhaps you cannot help. It is what the world has done to you. But your coldness. That is what you do to the world.

All politics must cease then we may find world peace, no political leader will bring peace to the world.

This world shall not be at peace, unless we eradicate jealous first.

It was slowly dawning on me that innocence is a protection. They knew very well, better than I, how harsh the world is. And they realized early on they had one of two choices: to be bitter; or to enjoy what they had.

Quien considera el mundo como considera la fortuna de su propio cuerpo puede gobernar el mundo. A quien ama el mundo como ama a su propio cuerpo puede confiársele el mundo.   Tao Te Ching, poema 13

The story is never just about you and me; it's always about God's glory and his work on planet Earth. We need to grasp this: it's not all about me and my issues and my deliverance. It's about God's purposes in the world. He needs to get me involved in his plan because I'm connected to a bunch of other people and their involvement with his plan.

THE VERY ORDER, DISPOSITION, BEAUTY, CHANGE AND MOTION OF THE WORLD AND OF ALL VISIBLE THINGS SILENTLY PROCLAIM THAT IT COULD ONLY HAVE BEEN MADE BY GOD. —AUGUSTINE

Wanting to steer toward great outcomes is noble. But trying to control the world is disastrous. In time, controllers crack under the reality that none of us are in control.

Dear friends, you are like visitors and strangers in this world. —1 PETER 2:11 ICB

Lord, thank You for preparing a heavenly home for me. Help me to make this world a better place—one that looks a little more like heaven.

Yes, our world is real, but its temporal reality offers us but a glimpse, a faint foreshadowing of the greater reality that is to come.

Without claiming to be exhaustive, I maintain that every philosophy reproduces within itself, in one way or another, the conflict in which it finds itself compromised and caught up in the outside world.

Climb down into your idea, inhabit your idea, well-digger hanging from your rope. At first it was only an outline, a halo, and by now it has not got very far, and everywhere I touch upon things which are not that idea of yours, I touch that idea through everything that refutes it, the world expires along its shores. My idea, my idea clings to countless bonds. A long story and I am moved to pity by its scarred form, I kiss the imperfections of its foot.

Around it, the elements of a world were settling into place. An odd structure. I looked back to the time when I had first built that set, positioning various ghosts there, most of whom had never taken substance. I found my way back there, the same even today. As before, isolation, sadness, the impossibility of my settling down, of accepting one destiny among so many others I'd have found equally uninviting.

God's eternal decree certainly rendered the entrance of sin into the world certain, but this may not be interpreted so as to make God the cause of sin in the sense of being its responsible author.

Beauty is precious, you see, and the more beautiful something is, the more precious it is; and the more precious it is the more it hurts us that it will fade away; and the more we are hurt by beauty, the more we love the world.

How strange that the world should change because of words, and words change because of the world

So it is told of the disciple who confessed to the Sage, "I try so hard to atone. I try to wrestle with temptation. I try but I do not succeed. I remain mired in the mud of transgression. Help me to extricate myself from sin and to truly repent." The Sage answered, "Perhaps, my dear friend, you are thinking only of yourself. How about forgetting yourself and thinking of the world?" (Martin Buber, Hasidism and Modern Man, p. 162).

monde se tourne vers nous et dise : ces gens sont d'une race qui ne sait pas mourir... nous sommes un témoignage.

They all believed that ideas are not "out there" waiting to be discovered, but are tools—like forks and knives and microchips—that people devise to cope with the world in which they find themselves.

The world, we'd discovered, doesn't love you like your family loves you.

For what shall it profit a man if he shall gain the whole world and lose his own soul?

I cannot believe that the inscrutable universe turns on an axis of suffering; surely the strange beauty of the world must somewhere rest on pure joy!

When every inch of the world is known, sleep may be the only wilderness that we have left.