Caucci Desirea Quotes & Sayings

Be not like the bird that sees the seed, but not the trap. — Judah Ben Saul Ibn Tibbon

The important thing in science is not so much to obtain new facts as to discover new ways of thinking about them.
- Sir William Henry Bragg — William Henry Bragg

Love and hatred belong to the same plant: one is rose, the other is thorn. — Vinita Kinra

Don't ever live vicariously. This is your life. Live. — Lavinia Spalding

All you want is to be happy. All your desires, whatever they may be, are longing for happiness. Basically, you wish yourself well ... desire by itself is not wrong. It is life itself, the urge to grow in knowledge and experience. It is choices you make that are wrong. To imagine that some little thing-food, sex, power, fame-will make you happy is to decieve oneself. Only something as vast and deep as your real self can make you truly and lastingly happy. — Nisargadatta Maharaj

But I've sure worked at jobs where I have been under inspection. — Jack Vance

It's a very big deal to me to remain the same person because I know all of this is going to be gone one day and I'm just going to have myself. — Gina Carano

The last thing you want to do when you are about to film a scene is think, 'Oh my God, so many people are going to watch this.' — Karen Gillan

People assume any twentieth-century white male writer must be an alcoholic. — Stephen King

He was in my nose, my mouth, on my skin, inside my cells, deep in the marrow of my bones. Just then, he was everything to me. — Gena Showalter

Even with my father and brother dying, I didn't quite process the grief. — Marc Forster

All the stories, all the incidents that made the life were stopped in a second - opinions stopped, and the ability to feel, all stopped without any meaning.'He wanted to make himself know what happened, for he could feel the beginning of the calm settling upon him. He wanted to cry out once in personal pain before he was cut off and unable to feel sorrow or resentment. There were little stinging drops of cold on his head. He looked up and saw that it was raining gently. The drops fell on Elizabeth's cheeks and flashed in her hair. — John Steinbeck

The image of the tragic artist who lays down his tools rather than fall short of his impeccable ideals holds no romance for me. I don't see this path as heroic. I think it's far more honorable to stay in the game - even if you're objectively losing the game - than to excuse yourself from participation because of your delicate sensibilities. But in order to stay in the game, you must let go of your fantasy of perfection. — Elizabeth Gilbert