Where is the pricing system that offers the consumer a fair choice between air to breathe and motor cars to drive about in?
While persistence offers no guarantees, it does give 'luck' a chance to operate.
The social intuitionist model offers an explanation of why moral and political arguments are so frustrating: because moral reasons are the tail wagged by the intuitive dog. A dog’s tail wags to communicate. You can’t make a dog happy by forcibly wagging its tail. And you can’t change people’s minds by utterly refuting their arguments.
Only thought can resemble. It resembles by being what it sees, hears, or knows; it becomes what the world offers it.
Love does not seek to please itself, but offers itself and its life to others.
Charging a premium amount allows me to offer a premium service.
Things to be done offer themselves, I suppose, because they are in themselves desirable; not because it is desirable to have something to do.
If you haven’t the strength to impose your own terms upon life, then you must accept the terms it offers you.
You know what really offers you satisfaction? Offering others what you have to give.
Isn't is amazing that almost everyone has an opinion to offer about the Bible, and yet so few have studied it?
My hope is that my novels reflect the reality of a world where good and evil exist, imperfect people make mistakes, but a perfect Heavenly Father offers forgiveness and second chances.
1. "What do you really want to get out of life?" 2. "What can you offer the world that no one else can?
That the world is in a bad shape is undeniable, but there is not the faintest reason in history to suppose that Christianity offers a way out.
When the child goes out, it is the world itself that offers itself to him. Let us take the child out to show him real things instead of making objects which represent ideas and closing them up in cupboards.
Homeopathy offers a safe, natural alternative that causes no side effects or drug interactions.
I'm funny because I'm funny. And there's more to offer.
I stand among you as one who offers a small message of hope. . . there are always people who dare to seek on the margin of society, who are not dependent on social acceptance, not dependent on social routine, and prefer a kind of free-floating existence under a state of risk.
The kind of love that offers its life so easily, so stupidly, is always the love that is not returned.
A distinction must be made between that writing which enables us to hold on to life even as we are clinging to old hurts and wounds and that writing which offers to us a space where we are able to confront reality in such a way that we live more fully. Such writing is not an anchor that we mistakenly cling to so as not to drown. It is writing that truly rescues, that enables us to reach the shore, to recover.
A photograph offers us a glimpse into the abyss of time.