#passing

Our mind is capable of passing beyond the dividing line we have drawn for it. Beyond the pairs of opposites of which the world consists, other, new insights begin. ↗

— Hermann Hesse

#beyond #capable #consists #dividing #dividing line

The Bible, however, was not created to be amended and altered with each passing culture. ↗

— Mike Huckabee

#amended #bible #created #culture #each

Arizona faces many challenges ahead. None is more important or more pressing than passing a new state budget. ↗

— Jane D. Hull

#arizona #budget #challenges #faces #important

I can't stomach the thought that we are passing down to the next generation a country that is less viable, less good, less competitive, less compassionate than the one we got. ↗

— Jon Huntsman, Jr.

#competitive #country #down #generation #good

In passing, also, I would like to say that the first time Adam had a chance he laid the blame on a woman. ↗

— Nancy Astor

#also #blame #chance #first #first time

It's not easy to act, but to direct to act. It goes form one place to the next. It's not heading for the punchline, and also it's not about scoring goals. It's about passing the ball, and the goals will come by themselves. ↗

— Gael Garcia Bernal

#act #also #ball #come #direct

There has been so much power concentrated. There is no leash on that power anymore and Americans face the situation that this power is getting momentum with each passing year with each presidency. ↗

— James Bovard

#been #concentrated #each #face #getting

With every passing year, BEC proves that it still has surprises left for us. ↗

— Eric Allin Cornell

#left #passing #proves #still #surprises

IT is mere coincidence that Cooper was born in the year which produced The Power of Sympathy and that when he died Uncle Tom's Cabin was passing through its serial stage, and yet the limits of his life mark almost exactly the first great period of American fiction. ↗

— Carl Clinton Van Doren

#american #born #cabin #coincidence #cooper

Of no distemper, of no blast he died, But fell like autumn fruit that mellowed long — Even wondered at, because he dropped no sooner. Fate seemed to wind him up for fourscore years, Yet freshly ran he on ten winters more; Till like a clock worn out with eating time, The wheels of weary life at last stood still. ↗

— John Dryden

#passing-over #time #death