#resist

We are either in the process of resisting God's truth or in the process of being shaped and molded by his truth. ↗

— Charles Stanley

#either #god #his #molded #process

I've always traveled with a picture of my daughter from 1989, her kindergarten school picture, that has 'I love you, Daddy' written on it. She's always made fun of me because I never changed that picture out. It's like my resistance to her getting older. It was the first thing she'd ever written to me and it means the world to me. ↗

— Kiefer Sutherland

#because #changed #daddy #daughter #ever

A desire to resist oppression is implanted in the nature of man. ↗

— Tacitus

#implanted #man #nature #oppression #resist

What rights are those that dare not resist for them? ↗

— Alfred Lord Tennyson

#resist #rights #them #those

They don't call it the Internet anymore, they call it cloud computing. I'm no longer resisting the name. Call it what you want. ↗

— Larry Ellison

#call #cloud #computing #i #internet

When I'm building my dome in my chapel, and I had a vision - I've worked on perpetual motion and I haven't never give it up yet. I still think it could be done, perpetual motion. I had a vision of a un resist able windmill. ↗

— Howard Finster

#building #chapel #could #dome #done

Secular humanists suspect there is something more gloriously human about resisting the religious impulse; about accepting the cold truth, even if that truth is only that the universe is as indifferent to us as we are to it. ↗

— Tom Flynn

#accepting #cold #even #gloriously #human

Whenever culture has gone through a radical change, as ours has - from industrial age to information age - there are people who will deny that things have changed; they resist it and refuse to change. ↗

— Daniel Greenberg

#change #changed #culture #deny #gone

Do not think that one has to be sad in order to be militant, even though the thing one is fighting is abominable. ↗

— Michel Foucault

#optimism #resistance #struggle #optimism

When everyone just shook their heads, he unbuttoned his shirt and, oh good Lord, shrugged out of it, bunching it up to slip beneath her head like a pillow. Don’t look at him, she told herself. Don’t look— She looked. Sweet Jesus. ↗

— Jill Shalvis

#hotty #irresistable #baseball