Boccabella Olive Oil Quotes & Sayings

Don't untie me," she said, "no matter what happens or how much I plead. I'll want to go straight over the edge and drown myself."
"Are you trying to tempt me?"
"Ha-ha. — Rick Riordan

It's hard to show you that I tried unless you end up succeeding. — Rachel Cohn

Brevity takes time. — William Wren

The system promotes to the top those who don't care about the planet. — Kurt Vonnegut

We're going to see leadership emerge as the most important element of business - the attribute that is highest in demand and shortest in supply. — Tom Peters

I'm not possessed about owning the Buffalo Bills, just as I wasn't possessed about owning the Buffalo Sabres. — Tom Golisano

You can do anything you think you can. This knowledge is literally the gift of the gods, for through it you can solve every human problem. It should make of you an incurable optimist. It is the open door. — Robert Collier

Man Ray ... loved games and absolutely knew about the camera. It is interesting to note that, although I used him in only about 10 percent of the photographs and videotapes, most people think of him as omnipresent in my work. It irked me sometimes to be known only as the guy with the dog, but on the other hand it was a thrill to have a famous dog. — William Wegman

Once when we stopped to rest, she dug her toes into the earth at the edge of a field and smiled. When I saw her smile, I felt strong enough to carry on.. — Chris Cleave

Lacan , Derrida and Foucault are the perfect prophets for the weak, anxious academic personality, trapped in verbal formulas and perennially defeated by circumstances. They offer a self-exculpating cosmic explanation for the normal professorial state of resentment, alienation, dithering passivity and inaction. — Camille Paglia

First set a strong and clear inner voice and then do all that you want to achieve and the door will be opened. — Amit Ray

They say that people standing on a height have an impulse to throw themselves down. I imagine that many suicides and murders have been committed simply because the revolver has been in the hand. It is like a precipice, with an incline of an angle of forty-five degrees, down which you cannot help sliding, and something impels you irresistibly to pull the trigger. But the knowledge that I had seen, that I knew it all, and was waiting for death at her hands without a word - might hold her back on the incline. — Fyodor Dostoyevsky