For all that has been, Thanks. To all that shall be, Yes.
God does not die on the day when we cease to believe in a personal deity, but we die on the day when our lives cease to be illumined by the steady ra… - Dag Hammarskjold
God does not die on the day when we cease to believe in a personal deity, but we die on the day when our lives cease to be illumined by the steady ra…
- Dag Hammarskjold
Our work for peace must begin within the private world of each of us. To build for man a world without fear, we must be without fear. To build a worl… - Dag Hammarskjold
Our work for peace must begin within the private world of each of us. To build for man a world without fear, we must be without fear. To build a worl…
Life only demands from you the strength that you possess. Only one feat is possible; not to run away. - Dag Hammarskjold
Life only demands from you the strength that you possess. Only one feat is possible; not to run away.
Each morning we must hold out the chalice of our being to receive, to carry, and give back. It must be held out empty - for the past must only be ref… - Dag Hammarskjold
Each morning we must hold out the chalice of our being to receive, to carry, and give back. It must be held out empty - for the past must only be ref…
Forgiving is forgetting, in spite of remembering. - Dag Hammarskjold
Forgiving is forgetting, in spite of remembering.
What you must dare: is to be yourself. - Dag Hammarskjold
What you must dare: is to be yourself.
For all that has been, Thanks. To all that shall be, Yes. - Dag Hammarskjold
We've got to learn hard things in our lifetime, but it's love that gives you the strength. It's being nice to people and having a lot of fun and laug… - Dag Hammarskjold
We've got to learn hard things in our lifetime, but it's love that gives you the strength. It's being nice to people and having a lot of fun and laug…
Time always seems long to the child who is waiting - for Christmas, for next summer, for becoming a grownup: long also when he surrenders his whole s… - Dag Hammarskjold
Time always seems long to the child who is waiting - for Christmas, for next summer, for becoming a grownup: long also when he surrenders his whole s…
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