Bristot Italian Quotes & Sayings

Two armies that fight each other is like one large army that commits suicide. — Henri Barbusse

The Americans' clothes were meanwhile passing through poison gas. Body lice and bacteria and fleas were dying by the billions. So it goes. — Kurt Vonnegut Jr.

What art can paint or gild any object in after life with the glow which nature gives to the first baubles of childhood? St. Peter's cannot have the magical power over us that the red and gold covers of our first picture-book possessed. — Ralph Waldo Emerson

The good news is that we don't last. Thank heavens! Because to continue the drama of who you are, is boring, ultimately. The universe is our friend because it kills us - and that's what friends are for. — Frederick Lenz

Remember the stories you used to write? About that billionaire. You made fun of his fingers! Woo-hooo. 'Short-fingered vulgarian,' you called him. — Candace Bushnell

Today is a time of turbulence and stagnation, of threat and promise from a competitor: the magic, omnivorous videocassette recorder (VCR). In other words, it is business as usual. — Richard Corliss

The only difference between a good writer who publishes a book and a good writer who doesn't is that the writer who publishes actually finished her book. — Hanya Yanagihara

She stopped when she saw the student Jason bowing his head with his eyes closed. "Jason, what are you doing?" He popped his gum, "I'm praying over Ms. Brenda's naps. — Emmanuel Sullivan

To seem natural rather than to be natural. — A.A. Milne

As more women lean in to their careers, more men need to lean in to their families. We need to encourage men to be more ambitious in their homes. — Sheryl Sandberg

My hands are clean, but my heart has somewhat of impurity. — Euripides

My grandfather used to be a dentist, and he made me these retainers that have vampire teeth on them. — Katherine McNamara

If you see a good fight, get in it and fight to win it! — Ralph Abernathy

Everyday he got up. Before sleep wore off, he was who he used to be. Then, as his consciousness woke, it was as if poison seeped in. At first he couldn't even get up. He lay there under a heavy weight. But then only movment could save him, and he moved and he moved and he moved, no movement being enough to make up for it. The guilt on him, the hand of God pressing down on him, saying, You were not there when your daughter needed you. — Alice Sebold