Cappiello Boxing Quotes & Sayings

Would it be better to have a president who cries easily? Well, that depends on what he cried about. I would not like the thought of a president who could not cry. That would be worse than one who cried over the right things. Which, in this case, would be the things I would cry over. — Walter Cronkite

I felt as though melted chocolate had oozed its way from my heart to my toes, coating me with comfort on its way down. — Jennifer Cervantes

It doesn't take much to lose everything, just a little departure from reason — Epictetus

I take being a role model seriously. — LaDainian Tomlinson

A joyful rebellion is you living differently not because you're mad at how things are but because you are swelling with joy at the thought of how things could be. When you joyfully rebel against your circumstances, against mediocrity or negativity, you invite others into something really beautiful. — Brad Montague

There are writers whose first drafts are so lean, so skimpy, that they must go back and add words, sentences, paragraphs to make their fiction intelligible or interesting. I don't know any of these writers. — Nancy Kress

If I want to look half decent, a blow dry is a godsend. I'm crap at doing my own hair. — Suki Waterhouse

Conceit is vanity driven from all other shifts, and forced to appeal to itself for admiration. — William Hazlitt

She writhed between him and the door and he moved his mouth to her ear, whispering hoarsely, Abbie, I'm going to take you to that bed and make love to you like you never imagined you'd be made love to again. — LaVyrle Spencer

There is such a thing as truth, but we have a vested interest in not seeing it, in avoiding it. — Errol Morris

My own dim life should teach me this,
That life shall live for evermore,
Else earth is darkness at the core,
And dust and ashes all that is;


This round of green, this orb of flame,
Fantastic beauty such as lurks
In some wild Poet, when he works
Without a conscience or an aim.


What then were God to such as I?
'Twere hardly worth my while to choose
Of things all mortal, or to use
A tattle patience ere I die;


'Twere best at once to sink to peace,
Like birds the charming serpent draws,
To drop head-foremost in the jaws
Of vacant darkness and to cease. — Alfred Tennyson