Addio Alle Armi Quotes & Sayings

Heaven should be kind to stupid people, for no one else can be consistently. — Honore De Balzac

When you remember me, it means that you have carried something of who I am with you, that I have left some mark of who I am on who you are. It means that you can summon me back to your mind even though countless years and miles may stand between us. It means that if we meet again, you will know me. It means that even after I die, you can still see my face and hear my voice and speak to me in your heart.
For as long as you remember me, I am never entirely lost. When I'm feeling most ghost-like, it is your remembering me that helps remind me that I actually exist. When I'm feeling sad, it's my consolation. When I'm feeling happy, it's part of why I feel that way.
If you forget me, one of the ways I remember who I am will be gone. If you forget, part of who I am will be gone. — Frederick Buechner

Unbelief has put self where God should be, and is perilously close to the sin of Lucifer who said, "I will set my throne above the throne of God." Faith looks out instead of in and the whole life falls into line. — A.W. Tozer

Waspish tongues often go with plain faces. — Margaret Pargeter

I've always felt that failure was a completely underrated experience. — Kevin Costner

North-ish." A pause, and then: "Is that Terra for I'm lost-ish? — Justina Chen

These actions have arcane names like braking, retting, swingling (or scutching), and hackling or heckling, but essentially they involve pounding, stripping, soaking, and otherwise separating the pliant inner fiber, or bast, from its woodier stem. It is striking to think that when we heckle a speaker today we use a term that recalls the preparation of flax from the early Middle Ages. — Bill Bryson

When someone asks for your time, and you put your phone away to talk to them ... that's leadership. — Simon Sinek

I liked that idea. Someone who's trying to perform herself and not succeeding. — Maggie Gyllenhaal

A wretched woman is more unfortunate than a wretched man, because she is an instrument of pleasure. — Victor Hugo