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There are no miracles for those that have no faith in them.
French Proverb
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 Bible,
And a great multitude followed him, because they saw his miracles which he did on them that were diseased.
Bible,
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C.S. Lewis
It is only when you are asked to believe in Reason coming from non-reason that you must cry Halt. Human minds. They do not come from nowhere.
C.S. Lewis
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C.S. Lewis
Miracles do not, in fact, break the laws of nature.
C.S. Lewis
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Elbert Hubbard
An event described by those to whom it was told by men who did not see it.
Elbert Hubbard
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Frank Robinson
If you want to be realistic, you say, 'What would it take? A miracle.' Well, miracles happen. Not too often, but they do happen once in a while. But, realistically, yeah, we're looking at it, and probably it's insurmountable.
Frank Robinson
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Gilbert Keith Chesterton,
The most wonderful thing about miracles is that they sometimes happen.
Gilbert Keith Chesterton,
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No one should expect miracles.
Javier Solana
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Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
The happy do not believe in miracles
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
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Larry Sabato
Miracles happen, but it really would be a miracle if the upcoming session were one of Kentucky's most productive.
Larry Sabato
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As nature preserves a fixed and immutable order; it must clearly follow that miracles are only intelligible as a relation to human opinions, and merely mean events of which the natural cause cannot be explained by a reference to any ordinary occurren
Baruch Spinoza
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The true heroes of this effort are the mine rescue teams who risk their own lives to save those of their fellow coal miners. At the darkest hour of this rescue effort, we prayed for 13 miracles. Despite our grief and despair at the loss of our 12 co-workers, we want to celebrate the one miracle that was delivered.
Ben Hatfield
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Miracles happen to those who believe in them. Otherwise why does not the Virgin Mary appear to Lamaists, Mohammedans, or Hindus who have never heard of her?
Bernard Berenson
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Miguel de Cervantes
Miracle me no miracles.
Miguel de Cervantes
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Wayne Dyer
A am realistic -- I expect miracles.
Wayne Dyer
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Thomas A. Edison
I know this world is ruled by infinite intelligence. Everything that surrounds us- everything that exists -- proves that there are infinite laws behind it. There can be no denying this fact. It is mathematical in its precision.
Thomas A. Edison
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William James
If the grace of God miraculously operates, it probably operates through the subliminal door.
William James
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Michel Eyquem de Montaigne
I have never seen a greater monster or miracle than myself.
Michel Eyquem de Montaigne
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Laurence Peter
Don't believe in miracles -- depend on them.
Laurence Peter
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The miracle on earth are the laws of heaven.
Jean Paul Richter
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Do anything, even the impossible; it may only take a little longer when a miracle is required.
Author Unknown
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The miracles of nature do not seem miracles because they are so common. If no one had ever seen a flower, even a dandelion would be the most startling event in the world.
Author Unknown
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Albert Einstein
There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as if everything is.
Albert Einstein
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Elizabeth Bishop
At six o'clock we were waiting for coffee, waiting for coffee and the charitable crumb that was going to be served from a certain balcony —like kings of old, or like a miracle. It was still dark. One foot of the sun steadied itself on a long ripple in the river. The first ferry of the day had just crossed the river. It was so cold we hoped that the coffee would be very hot, seeing that the sun was not going to warm us; and that the crumb would be a loaf each, buttered, by a miracle. At seven a man stepped out on the balcony. He stood for a minute alone on the balcony looking over our heads toward the river. A servant handed him the makings of a miracle, consisting of one lone cup of coffee and one roll, which he proceeded to crumb, his head, so to speak, in the clouds—along with the sun. Was the man crazy? What under the sun was he trying to do, up there on his balcony! Each man received one rather hard crumb, which some flicked scornfully into the river, and, in a cup, one drop of the coffee. Some of us stood around, waiting for the miracle. I can tell what I saw next; it was not a miracle. A beautiful villa stood in the sun and from its doors came the smell of hot coffee. In front, a baroque white plaster balcony added by birds, who nest along the river, —I saw it with one eye close to the crumb— and galleries and marble chambers. My crumb my mansion, made for me by a miracle, through ages, by insects, birds, and the river working the stone. Every day, in the sun, at breakfast time I sit on my balcony with my feet up, and drink gallons of coffee. We licked up the crumb and swallowed the coffee. A window across the river caught the sun as if the miracle were working, on the wrong balcony.
Elizabeth Bishop
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At six o'clock we were waiting for coffee, waiting for coffee and the charitable crumb that was going to be served from a certain balcony --like kings of old, or like a miracle. It was still dark. One foot of the sun steadied itself on a long ripple in the river. The first ferry of the day had just crossed the river. It was so cold we hoped that the coffee would be very hot, seeing that the sun was not going to warm us; and that the crumb would be a loaf each, buttered, by a miracle. At seven a man stepped out on the balcony. He stood for a minute alone on the balcony looking over our heads toward the river. A servant handed him the makings of a miracle, consisting of one lone cup of coffee and one roll, which he proceeded to crumb, his head, so to speak, in the clouds--along with the sun. Was the man crazy? What under the sun was he trying to do, up there on his balcony! Each man received one rather hard crumb, which some flicked scornfully into the river, and, in a cup, one drop of the coffee. Some of us stood around, waiting for the miracle. I can tell what I saw next; it was not a miracle. A beautiful villa stood in the sun and from its doors came the smell of hot coffee. In front, a baroque white plaster balcony added by birds, who nest along the river, --I saw it with one eye close to the crumb-- and galleries and marble chambers. My crumb my mansion, made for me by a miracle, through ages, by insects, birds, and the river working the stone. Every day, in the sun, at breakfast time I sit on my balcony with my feet up, and drink gallons of coffee. We licked up the crumb and swallowed the coffee. A window across the river caught the sun as if the miracle were working, on the wrong balcony.
Elizabeth Bishop
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