Cavaletto Quotes & Sayings

Might. Is there any opiate more powerful than that word? — Libba Bray

Love is form, and cannot be without
important substance — Charles Olson

Round and round they went with their snakes, snakily ... — Aldous Huxley

What a pity that men couldn't find such satisfactions without killing so many of their fellows. — Mary Jo Putney

I think to a certain extent, Clinton may have expected as the senior president that Obama would've reached out to him and asked for his council; he's done that very little. So, I think the relationship has not been good over the years. — Ed Rollins

A conflagration always made such a nice backdrop to a battle. Fire made everything so much more joyously apocalyptic. — Stuart Hill

We'd get one precious hour of making out or talking - usually making out, made more frantic by the pressure bearing down on us - and — Richelle Mead

One has to do good in order for it to exist in the world. — Marie Von Ebner-Eschenbach

Human character is never found "to enter into its glory," except through the ordeal of affliction. Its force cannot come forth without the offer of resistance, nor can the grandeur of its free will declare itself, except in the battle of fierce temptation. — James Martineau

They walk slowly toward each other, their gazes locked, as if they exist in their own world oblivious to the rest of us. — Rachel Morgan

I had never seen a Marvel comic. — Rene Russo

The eyes themselves were of that baffling protean gray which is never twice the same; which runs through many shades and colorings like intershot silk in sunshine; which is gray, dark and light, and greenish gray, and sometimes of the clear azure of the deep sea. They were eyes that masked the soul with a thousand guises, and that sometimes opened, at rare moments, and allowed it to rush up as though it were about to fare forth nakedly into the world on some wonderful adventure
eyes that could brood with the hopeless somberness of leaden skies; that could snap and crackle points of fire like those that sparkle from a whirling sword; that could grow chill as an arctic landscape, and yet again, that could warm and soften and be all adance with love-lights, intense and masculine, luring and compelling, which at the same time fascinate and dominate women till they surrender in a gladness of joy and of relief and sacrifice. — Jack London

God is a God of the present. God is always in the moment, be that moment hard or easy, joyful and painful. — Henri Nouwen