Cappelli Quotes & Sayings

It is never safe to classify the souls of one's neighbors; one is apt, in the long run, to be proved a fool. You should regard each meeting with a friend as a sitting he is unwillingly giving you for a portrait
a portrait that, probably, when you or he die, will still be unfinished. — Hope Mirrlees

When I was in school I read a lot of comic books and pretend I was in them and kids would tease me and call me names. But now I do the same things and people say that I'm artistic and cool and I'm doing the exact same thing I did in high school. — Freddie Prinze Jr.

States that are built on a religious foundation limit their own people in a circle of faith and fear. — Raif Badawi

People idealise their animals, and at the same time they patronisingly overlook a dog's natural life - biting fleas, burying bones, rolling in garbage, barking up an empty tree all night ... But what do they do themselves? Bury stuff that will rot in secret and then dig it up and bury it again and rant and rave under empty trees! — Tove Jansson

Our instructed vagrancy, which has hardly time to linger by the hedgerows, but runs away early to the tropics, and is at home with palms and banyans - which is nourished on books of travel, and stretches the theatre of its imagination to the Zambesi. — George Eliot

Every artist is an unhappy lover. — Iris Murdoch

Sooner or later, fate puts us together with all the people, one by one, who show us what we could, and shouldn't, let ourselves become. Sooner or later we meet the drunkard, the waster, the betrayer, the ruthless mind, and the hate-filled heart. But fate loads the dice, of course, because we usually find ourselves loving or pitying almost all of those people. And it's impossible to despise someone you honestly pity, and to shun someone you truly love. — Gregory David Roberts

I am beginning to see the fallacy in the Western world's take on dying. Too often we are taught that this one life is all there is and when it ends, that's it. Or, instead of once again returning to a loving God who welcomes us back Home with open arms, we are told that when we die we must stand in front of a stern and unforgiving deity who sits on a throne and looks at every mistake we have ever made, deciding if we are good enough to enter heaven. And, if we do make it past that stringent test, we certainly aren't able to visit our friends and family still living. No wonder so many of us are afraid of death. I also find it fascinating that most religions believe in angels or wise ascended souls who brought messages to certain people on earth (Moses and Noah, for example) thousands of years ago, but deny that such an occurrence can happen now. What, did God just decide not to talk to us anymore? — Donna Visocky

Marriage is the strictest tie of perpetual friendship, and there can be no friendship without confidence, and no confidence without integrity; and he must expect to be wretched, who pays to beauty, riches, or politeness that regard which only virtue and piety can claim. — Samuel Johnson

Ansel: Is it on?
John: It is on.
Shailene: Ansel paints miniatures.
John: Do you really paint miniatures?
Shailene: You're going to freak out when you see what he does.
Ansel: Do you paint miniatures too?
John: Miniature what? No, I'm sorry. Honest to
I'm sorry to disappoint you though. Miniature whats?
Shailene: Uh, miniature Godzillas.
Ansel: No I don't paint Godzillas. — John Green

At night returning, every labour sped,
He sits him down, the monarch of a shed;
Smiles by his cheerful fire, and round surveys
His children's looks, that brighten at the blaze;
While his lov'd partner, boastful of her hoard,
Displays her cleanly platter on the board. — Oliver Goldsmith

I taught you to take the first step: to learn to believe in belief. And one day you will take the second step and find what is it you believe in. — Paul Torday

Then I bring my lips very gently to hers and
without biting
let the whole world disappear into the dark magic of her mouth. — Lauren McLaughlin

What is faith in Christ?
It is the leaving of your way, your objects, your self, and the taking of his and him; the leaving of your trust in men, in money, in opinion, in character, in religious doctrines and opinions, and then doing as Christ tells you.
I can find no words strong enough to serve for the weight of this necessity-this obedience.
It is the one terrible heresy of the church that it has always been presenting something else than obedience as faith in Christ. — George MacDonald