Buondonno Wine Quotes & Sayings

Because life is a symphony it must have its C Minor. Days there be when we hear only a discord of sharps and flats, and we wonder whether harmony will ever be restored. On other days we hear only an ominous, deep strain which seems to say that hope is fled. But why this chill despair? Symphonies are a blending of many tones, high and low, over and under, major and minor. One day cannot make a life a whole any more than shadows can make a picture or minor notes a symphony. We need to hear life's song, not as the discord of a single day, but as the completed harmony of all the years. Then will today's sorrow and tomorrow's disappointment ring forth in major key as glorious melody. — W. Waldemar W. Argow

Facts are too busy being true to worry about how you feel about them. — Dan Wells

Balk the enemy's power; force him to reveal himself. — Sun Tzu

The blank face of the moon looked down wistfully on the pair and tried to lean in just a little closer. — S.E. Grove

Plough not the seas, sow not the sands,Leave off your idle pain;Seek other mistress for your minds,Love's service is in vain. — Robert Southwell

God punishes us mildly by ignoring our prayers and severely by answering them. — Richard J. Needham

Stop reading the news for a week; you will see that the world will turn from red to blue! — Mehmet Murat Ildan

MADE FOR TELEVISION. — John Irving

every line
inside his palm
and every fold
of his skin told me
the men like him
were made to be
written about. — Lauren Eden

It is essential for leaders of complex projects to understand the power of teams. — Kathleen B. Hass

I guess I'm the perfect match, then, for a girl who likes to visit a cemetery." He drew out every syllable so that it sounded like a love song.
I closed my eyes, savoring those words. "A perfect match," I murmured. "My other half. — Jessica Verday

Tank's a fantastic human being, as far as fighting's concerned. — Jim Brown

Everyone grieves in different ways. For some, it could take longer or shorter. I do know it never disappears. An ember still smolders inside me. Most days, I don't notice it, but, out of the blue, it'll flare to life. — Maria V. Snyder