Barello Restaurant Quotes & Sayings

So much for my great vendetta, so much for the tireless hunt for my betrayer. Isn't this how life turns out, more often than not? It refuses to conform to your needs - the narrative needs that you feel are essential to give rough shape to your time on this earth. — William Boyd

The empty swing set reminds us of this
that bad won't be bad forever,
and what is good can sometimes last
a long, long time. — Jacqueline Woodson

Oh, sweety-weety-pudding-and-pie, you are in so much trouble — Neil Gaiman

It is not making better people of others that management is about. It's about making a better person of self. Income, power, and titles have nothing to do with that. — Dee Hock

We abuse land because we regard it as a commodity belonging to us. When we see land as a community to which we belong, we may begin to use it with love and respect. ~Aldo Leopold, A Sand County Almanac — Aldo Leopold

Footnote 40: "But fast or slow, hard or easy, the PC manages to keep her frame and crew furiously vibrating - adding insult to injury with a nice juicy ducking, spray often times covering a goodly portion of her tall mast. If she's not pitching, she's rolling. If she's not rolling, she shaking. And if she's not shaking, then she's tied up in port . . ." p. 67 — Gary W. Neidhardt

A cup at Starbucks isn't really that expensive when you consider what Victoria's Secret charges per cup.. — Ashley Purdy

Once after Barefoot In the Park had been playing for about a week I went back to see it, watching the audience, which was just falling over laughing except for one guy sitting the aisle. I was transfixed. I said to myself, there seems to be no way to get to him. No one else would I watch except this one man. My wife joined me about 20 minutes later and asked me how it was going, and I said, terrible. I really meant it. There was no way to get to this man. It destroyed me. — Simon Neil

Pain was good. If I hurt, it meant I wasn't dead. — Kristin Cast

Enlighten every life with love to shine. — Debasish Mridha

Where's home, my Alice?" Hatcher said. "Where's home? We don't have a home, you and I. — Christina Henry