Bisetti Cutting Quotes & Sayings

Even if it kills me, staying awake and seeing you ... is better than any dream. — Josephine Angelini

All cities are geological; you cannot take three steps without encountering ghosts bearing all the prestige of their legends. We move within a closed landscape whose landmarks constantly draw us toward the past. Certain shifting angles, certain receding perspectives, allow us to glimpse original conceptions of space, but this vision remains fragmentary. It must be sought in the magical locales of fairy tales and surrealist writings: castles, endless walls, little forgotten bars, mammoth caverns, casino mirrors. — Ivan Chtcheglov

My mother was a very difficult woman to please. She was the sort of woman who thought that if I were praised I would get above myself. — Mem Fox

We may speak of love and humility as the true flowers of spiritual growth; and they give off a wonderful scent, which benefits all those who come near. — Teresa Of Avila

Acting careers don't come out fully formed - not unless your name is Jaden Smith and your dad has done it all. — John Boyega

I have seen quite a lot of things in life. I would not like to change anything. Because every moment of my life has taught me something. — Sunny Deol

There comes a time, Younger," he says, "when the book must be put aside, and the pedal put to the metal. And that time, by God, has come." William T. — Alison McGhee

A birth is not really a beginning. Our lives at the start are not really our own but only the continuation of someone else's story. — Diane Setterfield

O Contentment, make me rich! for without thee there is no wealth. — Saadi

All roads lead to Trantor, and that is where all stars end. — Isaac Asimov

Like how could you do nothing,
and say, 'I'm doing my best.'
How could you take almost everything,
and then come back for the rest?
How could you beg me to stay,
reach out your hands and plead,
and then pack up your eyes and run away
as soon as I agreed? — Ani DiFranco

There were no milestones in the Copper Country. Often a traveler could only measure the progress of a journey by the time it took to get from each spoiled or broken thing to the next: a half-day's walk from a dry well to the muzzle of a cannon poking out of a sand-slope, two hours to reach the skeletons of a man and a mule. The land was losing its battle with time. Ancient and exhausted, it visited decrepitude on everything within its bounds, as though out of spleen. — K.J. Bishop

On the contrary, an airy and innocent playfulness seemed to flicker like the shadow of summer leaves over her childish face, and around her buoyant figure. She was always in motion, always with a half-smile on her rosy mouth, flying hither and thither, with an undulating and cloud-like tread, singing to herself as she moved, as in a happy dream. Her father and female guardian were incessantly busy in pursuit of her, but, when caught, she melted from them again like a summer cloud; and as no word of chiding or reproof ever fell on her ear for whatever she chose to do, she pursued her own way all over the boat. Always dressed in white, she seemed to move like a shadow through all sorts of places, without contracting spot or stain; and there was not a corner or nook, above or below, where those fairy footsteps had not glided, and that visionary, golden head, with its deep blue eyes, fleeted along. — Harriet Beecher Stowe

Oh, Jeannie, I am so glad you woke me. I was having the worst nightmare. I felt like I was suffocating. I dreamed the Devil was trying to choke me to death. — Jeannie Walker