Quotes About World

Of ultimate importance, then, is not that I become good, or that the condition of the world be improved by my efforts, but that the reality of God show itself everywhere to be the ultimate reality.

Pastor-theologians exist to embody the evangelical mood, an indicative declaration ("He is risen! He is Lord!") and a concomitant way of being that is attuned to the world as already-not-yet made new in Jesus Christ.

Para ministrar a palavra de Deus, os pastores-teólogos precisam ler não só a Bíblia, mas também o mundo ao qual a Palavra de Deus é dirigida, o mundo em que ela deve estabelecer e ser aplicada. (p. 153-4)

Simon's insight is often reduced to "In a world of abundance, the only scarcity is human attention.

In an information-rich world, the wealth of information means a dearth of something else: a scarcity of whatever it is that information consumes. What information consumes is rather obvious: it consumes the attention of its recipients. Hence a wealth of information creates a poverty of attention." Simon's insight is often reduced to "In a world of abundance, the only scarcity is human attention." Our

Because of technology everything we make is always in the process of becoming. Every kind of thing is becoming something else, while it churns from "might" to "is." All is flux. Nothing is finished. Nothing is done. This never-ending change is the pivotal axis of the modern world.

Ladies and gentlemen, it is with great sadness that I announce that I will resign as Australia's Minister for Foreign Affairs. I am sad because I love this job. I'm totally dedicated to the work that we are doing in Australia's name around the world, and I believe that we have achieved many good results for Australia, and I'm proud of them.

For what shall it profit a man, if he shall gain the whole world, and lose his own soul? Or what shall a man give in exchange for his soul?

was reassuring after a day like they'd had, to be reminded that there were good things in the world, and good people, simple food cooked well, strangers sharing their kindness indiscriminately. Dan had been outside that virtuous circle himself for most of his adult life, but he was grateful to be inside it now.

And I know, in that moment, that my life is real, because there's a line from this moment all the way back to that summer, when I was sixteen, when the whole world opened up and I walked through it.

He felt certain that he was a failure, every artistic endeavor ending with his own surprise at how little had come from it. Perhaps that was how life worked, the expectation of success after each failure the engine that kept the world turning. Perhaps retrogression was an artistic endeavor in itself. Perhaps he might sink so far that he would find himself, somehow, returned to the surface.

It was the only thing he could control, the world he had made, and he made it bend to his will, feeling the satisfaction of saying something was a certain way and having no one tell him differently.

We stood in the doorway, the whole world opening up before us. God, there was so much of it.

Letters I've never sent. This life we're only renting. Battered the world is - bartered - wander over it the stars finding us wanting.

The highest virtue here may be least in another world.

But for many long days and nights I pondered over the words in the Mahabharata: 'As two pieces of wood floating on the ocean come together at one time and are again separated, even such is the union of living creatures in this world.

There is no wine in the world as heady as applause; and it has the same effect. It temporarily subdues anxiety and restores confidence.

Beliefs are the masters of the world, and all masters are tyranical

He's not from Ulthar. I thought I said: he was special. He's from the waking world. That's where he's taking her.

granddaughter, then I am a god, right? So I can save Ulthar. Some people change the world. And some people change the people who change the world,

The truth is, life is difficult and intense. The beauty is that we have art and love to give us solace, and joy, a reason to live and a reason to care about what happens in, and to, the world.

All the world was made of nothing more or less than the simple blaze.

Lately, the world felt fragile, like a blown egg, as if it might shatter beneath a careless touch.

Music is like you touch the pulse of the world. Music is always happening, and sometimes you get to touch it for a while, and when you do you know that everything's connetcted to everything else.