Cartocciata Quotes & Sayings

Who knew that insanity came in hot flashes? — Deborah Cooke

I headed for this white mountain, but was caught in the wind and the mist ... I followed the cliff from north to south, but the wind, against which I was fighting, got even stronger. A break in the coast appeared to my right, just before Dover Castle. I was madly happy. I headed for it. I rushed for it. I was above ground! — Louis Bleriot

May the Lord grant you great grace, great strength and great wisdom. — Lailah Gifty Akita

But man has other needs as well: emotional needs. These, too, are few, but every bit as important as his physical requirements, yet not so simple. If they aren't met, they can be as devastating as physical hunger, as uncomfortable as a lack of shelter, as incapacitating as thirst. The frustration, isolation and anxiety brought about by unmet emotional needs can, like physical privation, produce death or a degree of living death - neurosis and psychosis. — Leo Buscaglia

Song of God and Son of Man, there He hangs, bearing pains unutterable, the just for the unjust, to bring us to God. — Charles Spurgeon

He can be High Warlock of my pants. — Cassandra Clare

I'm here with Eggie."
All eyes focused on Ric and he suddenly felt like he'd just been handed a speedy death sentence.
"Not for that!" Miss Darla gasped, then added with a firm nod. "Don't you worry one bit, Ulrich.
I made Eggie fill in that shallow grave before we drove up here."
Lock grimaced and Ric swallowed. "Thank you? — Shelly Laurenston

I'm known as a kind of dramatic, serious, almost humorless actor and the fact is, I'm a funny guy, and I spend most of my life trying to find a lighter side of things, and on stage was given plenty of opportunity to do that. — Campbell Scott

AIDS is big business, maybe Africa's biggest business. There's nothing else that can generate as much aid money as shocking figures on AIDS. AIDS is a political disease here, and we should be very skeptical. — James Shikwati

I remembered the malangs of Shah Jamal, the dirty, shirtless renouncers with ratty beards and dreads and bare chests covered in necklaces of prayer beads, throwing around their arms in Charlie Manson dances and whipping out their old ID cards to say look, I used to be someone and now I'm no one, I'm so lost in Allah that I've thrown away the whole world. Would that qualify them as Sufis? I didin't know how to measure it. Whether the malangs were Sufi saints or just drugged-out bums didn't really matter. The lesson I took from them was that you're never disqualified from loving Allah, never. And I could see again that what I went through was nothing new, not even anything special in the history of Islam, not a clashing of East and West; it was always there. And that made me feel more Muslim than ever, because fuck it all, CNN, this is Islam too. — Michael Muhammad Knight