Our systems, perhaps, are nothing more than an unconscious apology for our faults, a gigantic scaffolding whose object i — Henri Frédéric Amiel
Our systems, perhaps, are nothing more than an unconscious apology for our faults, a gigantic scaffolding whose object i — Henri Frédéric Amiel
Our systems, perhaps, are nothing more than an unconscious apology for our faults, a gigantic scaffolding whose object i — Henri Frédéric Amiel
Our systems, perhaps, are nothing more than an unconscious apology for our faults, a gigantic scaffolding whose object i — Henri Frédéric Amiel
Our systems, perhaps, are nothing more than an unconscious apology for our faults, a gigantic scaffolding whose object i — Henri Frédéric Amiel
Our systems, perhaps, are nothing more than an unconscious apology for our faults, a gigantic scaffolding whose object i — Henri Frédéric Amiel
Our systems, perhaps, are nothing more than an unconscious apology for our faults, a gigantic scaffolding whose object i — Henri Frédéric Amiel
Our systems, perhaps, are nothing more than an unconscious apology for our faults, a gigantic scaffolding whose object i — Henri Frédéric Amiel
Our systems, perhaps, are nothing more than an unconscious apology for our faults, a gigantic scaffolding whose object i — Henri Frédéric Amiel
Our systems, perhaps, are nothing more than an unconscious apology for our faults, a gigantic scaffolding whose object i — Henri Frédéric Amiel
Our systems, perhaps, are nothing more than an unconscious apology for our faults, a gigantic scaffolding whose object i — Henri Frédéric Amiel
Our systems, perhaps, are nothing more than an unconscious apology for our faults, a gigantic scaffolding whose object i — Henri Frédéric Amiel
Our systems, perhaps, are nothing more than an unconscious apology for our faults, a gigantic scaffolding whose object i — Henri Frédéric Amiel
Our systems, perhaps, are nothing more than an unconscious apology for our faults, a gigantic scaffolding whose object i — Henri Frédéric Amiel
Our systems, perhaps, are nothing more than an unconscious apology for our faults, a gigantic scaffolding whose object i — Henri Frédéric Amiel
Our systems, perhaps, are nothing more than an unconscious apology for our faults, a gigantic scaffolding whose object i — Henri Frédéric Amiel
Our systems, perhaps, are nothing more than an unconscious apology for our faults, a gigantic scaffolding whose object i — Henri Frédéric Amiel
Our systems, perhaps, are nothing more than an unconscious apology for our faults, a gigantic scaffolding whose object i — Henri Frédéric Amiel
Our systems, perhaps, are nothing more than an unconscious apology for our faults, a gigantic scaffolding whose object i — Henri Frédéric Amiel
Our systems, perhaps, are nothing more than an unconscious apology for our faults, a gigantic scaffolding whose object i — Henri Frédéric Amiel
Our systems, perhaps, are nothing more than an unconscious apology for our faults, a gigantic scaffolding whose object i — Henri Frédéric Amiel
Our systems, perhaps, are nothing more than an unconscious apology for our faults, a gigantic scaffolding whose object i — Henri Frédéric Amiel
Our systems, perhaps, are nothing more than an unconscious apology for our faults, a gigantic scaffolding whose object i — Henri Frédéric Amiel
Our systems, perhaps, are nothing more than an unconscious apology for our faults, a gigantic scaffolding whose object i — Henri Frédéric Amiel
Our systems, perhaps, are nothing more than an unconscious apology for our faults, a gigantic scaffolding whose object i — Henri Frédéric Amiel
Our systems, perhaps, are nothing more than an unconscious apology for our faults, a gigantic scaffolding whose object i — Henri Frédéric Amiel
Our systems, perhaps, are nothing more than an unconscious apology for our faults, a gigantic scaffolding whose object i — Henri Frédéric Amiel
Our systems, perhaps, are nothing more than an unconscious apology for our faults, a gigantic scaffolding whose object i — Henri Frédéric Amiel
Our systems, perhaps, are nothing more than an unconscious apology for our faults, a gigantic scaffolding whose object i — Henri Frédéric Amiel
Our systems, perhaps, are nothing more than an unconscious apology for our faults, a gigantic scaffolding whose object i — Henri Frédéric Amiel
Download Customize

Our systems, perhaps, are nothing more than an unconscious apology for our faults, a gigantic scaffolding whose object is to hide from us our favorite sin

— Henri Frédéric Amiel
Pin Share Tweet Telegram
Topics
apology belief faults sin systems

More “Apology” Quotes

I do not think there is a demonstrative proof (like Euclid) of Christianity, nor of the existence of matter, nor of the — C.S. Lewis
I thought to myself: I am wiser than this man; neither of us probably knows anything that is really good, but he thinks — Plato, Apology
Yes, a person can accept your apology and forgive you for what you’ve said, but they will never forget how you made them — Stephanie Lahart
When she opened her door, Levi was sitting in the hallway, his legs bent in front of him, hunched forward on his knees. — Rainbow Rowell, Fangirl
When your only regret is if anyone thinks you regret anything - that is the definition of conviction. — Criss Jami, Diotima, Battery, Electric Personality
I wasn't saying whatever they're saying I was saying. I'm sorry I said it really. I never meant it to be a lousy anti-re — John Lennon
There was nothing else I could do but say sorry myself. His apology had left a residue in me, a residue on my thinking, — Alexandra Kleeman, Intimations: Stories
Sorry’ is, indeed, one of the most difficult and most powerful words in the English language, provided one can feel and — Love, Life, and Logic
Does Hallmark make a “Sorry I tried to drink your blood and touched you in a vaguely inappropriate manner” card? I settl — Molly Harper, Nice Girls Don't Have Fangs
The West Sister Dating Rules were clear on the matter of apologies. On the evolutionary scale of dating, a guy who apolo — Alex Gabriel, Love for the Cold-Blooded, or The Part-Time Evil Minion's Guide to Accidentally Dating a Superhero
Apologetics=faith is weak, lets defend it — Bangambiki Habyarimana, Pearls Of Eternity
Geraldine keeps her eyes trained on him as she slowly reaches into her purse, wrapping her fingers around her gun. “…Cal — Rebecca McNutt, Listen is Silent, or The Usurer