Capdeville Musica Quotes & Sayings

Let go of your story so the Universe can write a new one for you. — Marianne Williamson

I would not presume from this distance, nor would America presume to say who should be the leader of the Iraqi nation. — Colin Powell

Eating is not one of the things that I do now to deal with pain, because I don't ever want to do that. But I isolate myself, that's what I do. — India.Arie

People's emotions are rarely put into words , far more often they are expressed through other cues.
the key to intuiting another's feelings is in the ability to read nonverbal channels , tone of voice , gesture , facial expression and the like — Daniel Goleman

If you do not know your place in the world and the meaning of your life, you should know there is something to blame; and it is not the social system, or your intellect, but the way in which you have directed your intellect. — Leo Tolstoy

Saying that the Palestinian people aren't really a people - that's not a zany thing to say. That's a psychotic thing to say in the midst of all of the politics we live through on a daily basis. — Lewis Black

When I trade, I don't have an agency problem; I have my neck on the line. When a bank or banker trades, it's not his neck on the line. — Nassim Nicholas Taleb

Some people are confident because they are fools. Leonard had the look of someone who was confident because, so far, he'd never found reason not to be. He would step off a high building in the happy state of mind of someone who intended to deal with the problem of the ground when it presented itself. — Terry Pratchett

In Australia ... they celebrate Easter the same ... by telling our children a giant bunny rabbit ... left chocolate eggs in the night — Bill Hicks

If you want courage, kill fear and blindfold ignorance — Ernest Agyemang Yeboah

I had been on several shows that were meant to be the big ones, that would go on forever, and they didn't. — Christina Hendricks

Fat Charlie had had no real liking for the police, but until now, he had still managed to cling to a fundamental trust in the natural order of things, a conviction that there was some kind of power
a Victorian might have thought of it as Providence
that ensured that the guilty would be punished while the innocent would be set free. This faith had collapsed in the face of recent events and had been replaced by the suspicion that he would spend the rest of his life pleading his innocence to a variety of implacable judges and tormenters, many of whom would look like Daisy, and that he would in all probability wake up in cell six the next morning to find that he had been transformed into an enormous cockroach. He had definitely been transported to the kind of maleficent universe that transformed people into cockroaches. — Neil Gaiman