Bazylika Quotes & Sayings

The Bluebird of Happiness long absent from his life, Ned is visited by the Chicken of Depression. — Gary Larson

When you're playing music, say for instance, you're playing a part of the band and you're looking at your music, your horn is down into the stand. This way, it's up and it goes right on out to the audience, you know? — Billy Eckstine

Not what I have, but what I do is my kingdom. — Thomas Carlyle

The Lazio fans always stop [at the bakery] on their way home from the stadium to stand in the street for hours, leaning up against their motorcycles, talking about the game, looking macho as anything, and eating cream puffs.
I love Italy. — Elizabeth Gilbert

You assume that my previous sexual encounters were completely fulfilling, but you're wrong. You gave me what I've never had - love and sex together. You're the only one who has ever been my lover in the true sense. — Sylvain Reynard

It hurt to think that a boy would not have him at his value of himself. — Richard Llewellyn

You do not need to fly to the other side of the planet to find wilderness and beauty. — Alastair Humphreys

No matter how you choose to act, that is the person you will become. — John Patrick Hickey

I don't hope," he answered, eyes on her. "I never hope. I just live in gratitude for what comes. — Nicole Mones

When I first set out to ruin SNL, I didn't think anyone would notice, but i persevered because like you trying to a do a nine- piece jigsaw puzzle, it was a labor of love. — Tina Fey

Dr. Armonson stitched up her wrist wounds. Within five minutes of the transfusion he declared her out of danger. Chucking her under the chin, he said, "What are you doing here, honey? You're not even old enough to know how bad life gets."
And it was then Cecilia gave orally what was to be her only form of suicide note, and a useless one at that, because she was going to live: "Obviously, Doctor," she said, "you've never been a thirteen-year-old girl. — Jeffrey Eugenides

I was raised in the Depression, when there was a great sense of dog-eat-dog and people fighting over scraps. — John Updike

I trust to take of truest Thisby's sight. But stay; - O spite! But mark, - poor knight, What dreadful dole is here! Eyes, do you see? How can it be? O dainty duck! O dear! Thy mantle good, What! stained with blood? Approach, ye furies fell! O fates! come, come; Cut thread and thrum; Quail, rush, conclude, and quell! — William Shakespeare