A Quote by Adolfo Perez Esquivel

We cannot sow seeds with clenched fists. To sow we must open our hands. — © Adolfo Perez Esquivel
We cannot sow seeds with clenched fists. To sow we must open our hands.
We must apply our humble efforts to the construction of a more just and humane world. And I want to declare emphatically: Such a world is possible. To create this new society, we must present outstretched and friendly hands, without hatred and rancor, even as we show great determination and never waver in the defense of truth and justice. Because we know that we cannot sow seeds with clenched fists. To sow we must open our hands.
We know we cannot plant seeds with closed fists. To sow, we must open our hands.
Sow seeds of hope and enjoy optimism. Sow seeds of doubt and expect insecurity
My ultimate dream is to sow seeds in the desert. To revegetate the deserts is to sow seed in people's hearts.
Good beats upon the damned incessantly as sound waves beat on the ears of the deaf, but they cannot receive it. Their fists are clenched, their teeth are clenched, their eyes fast shut. First they will not, in the end they cannot, open their hands for gifts, or their mouth for food, or their eyes to see.
We hold each other's lives in our open hands, not in clenched fists.
We sow the seeds of our future hells or happiness by the way we open or close our minds right now.
If we would have our citizens contented and law-abiding, we must not sow the seeds of discontent in childhood by denying children their birthright of play.
O that our prelates would be as diligent to sow the corn of good doctrine, as Satan is to sow cockle and darnel!
The law of harvest is to reap more than you sow. Sow an act, and you reap a habit. Sow a habit and you reap a character. Sow a character and you reap a destiny.
Everything must go its own way. One has to plow in order to sow, one has to sow in order to harvest, and what is disturbing has to be weeded out, like a bad weed.
It's in the valley of failure that we sow our seeds of success.
If a man would reap praise, you must sow the seeds, gentle words and useful deeds.
We must rebuild Colombia, starting with ourselves, our hearts, put resentment aside, put hatred aside, put envy aside. The only thing that those attitudes accomplish is to sow violence and sow death and suffering.
Friends, the soil is poor, we must sow seeds in plenty for us to garner even modest harvests.
Dear God, I am so afraid to open my clenched fists! Who will I be when I have nothing left to hold on to? Who will I be when I stand before you with empty hands? Please help me to gradually open my hands and to discover that I am not what I own, but what you want to give me.
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