Balearic Islands Quotes & Sayings

A royal spirit escaped from a prison: why should we rend our garments and how should we gnaw our hands?
Since they were monarchs of the (true) religion, 'twas the hour of joy (for them) when they broke their bonds. — Rumi

It was better to live with disappointment and frustration than to live without hope. — Robert A. Heinlein

Teens think listening to music helps them concentrate. It doesn't. It relieves them of the boredom that concentration on homework induces. — Marilyn Vos Savant

Before you measure the years, you measure the days. — Mitch Albom

This wasn't lust. It was something else, something greater. This wasn't want; this was need, more so than she had ever felt before. It was despair, a drowning man desperate for air, a starving man scrounging for scraps to sustain him. He clung to her, like he held on for dear life, afraid of drifting away. No, not lust. This was love. And — J.M. Darhower

I'm not a rich man, and Greg Lake is certainly not. I don't know how he can survive. I don't know how he can be that suicidal. But having said that, I'd love to be there to help Greg. — Keith Emerson

I am kind and beautiful. I have a soul.It's better to be known for what I am not. Isn't that how the saying goes? — Rebecca Berto

I do not seek redemption from the consequences of my sin. I seek to be redeemed from sin itself. Until I have attained that end, I shall be content to be restless. — Mahatma Gandhi

The Nazis were well dressed. Today's racists are a rag-tag bunch with no sense of style or panache. — Dov Davidoff

I love you as exiled souls love each other when they meet in the middle of the desert. There will never be anything physical between us, but no passion is in vain, no love is ever wasted. — Paulo Coelho

She ... applied makeup, enough to have made an effort, not enough to be blatantly a woman ... — Kate Atkinson

Life's dirty. Life's unclean you know. It's birth, it's sex, it's the intestinal tract. One big squishy, unsanitary mess. It never gets any cleaner either. You know, dust to dust, worms crawl in, worms crawl out, right Even though we know that, we still walk the walk, we still live the life. We're like a bunch of little kids. Little kids, you know, we jump in this big old pond of mud and we're slapping it all over our face, rubbing our hair all down our backs and we're making these glorious, gooey, mud pies. That's us. — Andrew Schneider