Arcangelo Raffaele Quotes & Sayings

I lived my grief; I slept mourning and ate sorrow and drank tears. I ignored all else. — Robin Hobb

Instead of talking about cuts in Social Security, Medicare and Medicaid, we must end the absurdity of corporations not paying a nickel in federal income taxes. — Bernie Sanders

Steve Jobs has said that Xwindows is brain-damamged and will disappear in two years. He got it half-right. — Dennis Ritchie

I can say this: don't give up. Not on love but, more important still, not on you. Never let yourself believe that you are unlovable or flawed in any way. You deserve to be loved. You deserve kind words and an unwavering eye. — Menna Van Praag

Then, although it was still the end of the story, I put it at the beginning of the novel, as if I needed to tell the end first in order to go on and tell the rest. It would have been simpler to begin at the beginning, but the beginning didn't mean much without what came after, and what came after didn't mean much without the end. — Lydia Davis

I've kind of had to make a career of playing villains. In order to stay employed, I had to figure out how to play bad guys. — Jeffrey Pierce

But maybe it's better to go after something, and not get it, than to not even try. — Cinda Williams Chima

When backed into a corner, a victim has two options: he can lie down and die, or, he can fight regardless of the odds. — Marc Schiller

The meaning of life is that it is to be lived, and it is not to be traded and conceptualized and squeezed into a patter of systems. — Bruce Lee

When you are falling
Dive! — Joseph Campbell

Imaginings and resonances and pain and small longings and prejudices. They mean nothing against the resolute hardness of the sea. They meant less than the marl and the mud and the dry clay of the cliff that were eaten away by the weather, washed away by the sea. It was not just that they would fade: they hardly existed, they did not matter, they would have no impact on this cold dawn, this deserted remote seascape where the water shone in the early light and shocked her with its sullen beauty. It might have been better, she felt, if there had never been people, if this turning of the world, and the glistening sea, and the morning breeze happened without witnesses, without anyone feeling, or remembering, or dying, or trying to love. She stood at the edge of the cliff until the sun came out from behind the black rainclouds, — Colm Toibin