Bongiornos Temecula Quotes & Sayings

Pride welled up inside me to think this brilliant ... being was mine. — Abbi Glines

We all think we are actors, given our scripts. But really? You're the playwright. You're the composer. — David Levithan

Romance says, ' I want it now!'. Wisdom urges patience — Joshua Harris

Evoke one good memory for each bad one from now on. — David Richo

It is in man that God must be loved, because the love of God goes through the love of man. Whoever loves God exclusively, namely excluding man, reduces his love and his God to the level of abstraction. Beshtian Hasidism denies all abstraction. — Elie Wiesel

Leadership is the ability of a single individual through his or her actions to motivate others to higher levels of achievement. — Buck Rodgers

I love New York, and I'm drawn to a certain intensity of life, but I've just never felt like I want to escape from the Midwest. A writer lives a great deal in his own head, and so one intuitively finds places where your head is more clear. New York for me is one of those places. — Garrison Keillor

You're just trying to throw the best pitch you can and make sure you hit your spots. I don't have to force nobody. — Mariano Rivera

The soft, fluttering cry of a barn owl rose over the churchyard. Silent men flowed out of the dark. — Parke Godwin

While notable advances in certain parts of the world in woman's rights have occured in the last hundred years, the centuries of conditioning and the mentality that views women as inferior still prevade our world today. — Frederick Lenz

Bad books on writing tell you to "WRITE WHAT YOU KNOW", a solemn and totally false adage that is the reason there exist so many mediocre novels about English professors contemplating adultery. — Joe Haldeman

And then she felt her Ell's great strong presence beside her, and Saturday slipped his hand in hers. Oh. Oh. They would not abandon her. Of course, they would not. How silly she had been. They were her friends - they had always been. Friends can go odd on you and do things you don't like, but that doesn't make them strangers. — Catherynne M Valente

I was also reminded of one of the unique charms of NYC in the summer: vast piles of rotting garbage piled on the sidewalks, with that sweet yet nauseating smell of decomposing groceries sitting in the humid fetid air, and rancid food juices oozing over the sticky sidewalks. With my windows open to counter the stuffiness, I could occasionally catch a whiff of the stench outside. People actually like living in this chaotic, fetid monument to incompetence? Beats me. — Andrew Sullivan