Champagne Papi Quotes & Sayings

Our route had now obviously been completely blotted out and here I reckoned less of our chances of survival. We're like a voyage ship veered off course by a ruthless storm now left with no radar or compass. Ours is a sorry tale of an unpredictable adventure. One moment it seem like we're going home to mama's warm embrace and tears of joy, the next moment we feel helplessly immersed in the blackness of hopelessness. - Dami K. — Ray Anyasi

When has faith ever been about feelings? — Camy Tang

Let us strive on to finish the work we are in. — Abraham Lincoln

Each of us, desperately clutching his identity amid the impalatable onward pour of Time and Thought, finds only in art-and chiefly in written art- means to halt that ceaseless, cruel drift. — Christopher Morley

I'm glad you think this is funny."
"You're not happy to see me, then?" Jace asked. "I have to say, I'm surprised. I've always been told my presence brightened up any room. One might think that went doubly for dank underground cells. — Cassandra Clare

This is not a universe that is advancing toward a goal; it is one that is caught in the grip of an unbreakable pattern. — Sean Carroll

Think, Dagny, what it is to sit by the window in the eventide and hear the kelpie wailing in the boat-house; to sit waiting and listening for the dead men's ride to Valhal; for their way lies past us here in the north. They are the brave men that fell in fight, the strong women that did not drag out their lives tamely, like thee and me; they sweep through the storm-night on their black horses, with jangling bells! Ha, Dagny! think of riding the last ride on so rare a steed! — Henrik Ibsen

Art is the one form of human energy in the whole world, which really works for union, and destroys the barriers between man and man. It is the continual, unconscious replacement, however fleeting, of oneself by another; the real cement of human life; the everlasting refreshment and renewal. For, what is grievous, dompting, grim, about our lives is that we are shut up within ourselves, with an itch to get outside ourselves. And to be stolen away from ourselves by Art is a momentary relaxation from that itching, a minute's profound, and as it were secret, enfranchisement. — John Galsworthy

Are you mad?"
"Why would I be mad?"
"I'm covered in mud."
"Are you sure that's mud? I thought you were covered in the dreams you made in the dirt. — Lisa Henry

Cash is always the deciding factor in such matters of moral politics; nothing ever gets done unless motivated by commerce or greed. — Jasper Fforde

The process of growing up was nothing more than figuring out what doors hadn't yet been slammed in your face. — Jodi Picoult

Andrew closed his eyes for a moment, breathing in the memories of that night as the rest of the world moved on around him. He realized that even after all this time he hadn't forgotten the smile she seemed to have patented, the light blue tank top she wore so well, or the way she had laughed when he accidentally spilled an entire can of Mountain Dew on the carpet she'd spent hours steam cleaning. And although he hadn't kissed Cooper McKay that night, or even held her hand, he could still remember the feeling of finding out that love at first sight did truly exist. — Joey Jones

In books and movies, people were either whisked away to a magical land in the clothes they were standing up in, or they glossed over the packing part entirely. Simon now felt he had been robbed of critical information by the media. Should he be putting the kitchen knives in his bag? Should he bring the toaster and rig it up as a weapon? — Cassandra Clare