Charlie Durso Quotes & Sayings

We live in a uniform civilization, within well-defined cultural models: furnishings, decorative elements, blankets, record player have all been chosen among a certain number of given possibilities. What can they reveal to you about what she is really like? — Italo Calvino

He never spoke with any bitterness at all, no matter how awful the things he said. Are there really people without resentment, without hate, she wondered. People who never go cross-grained to the universe? Who recognize evil, and resist evil, and yet are utterly unaffected by it? Of course there are. Countless, the living and the dead. Those who have returned in pure compassion to the wheel, those who follow the way that cannot be followed without knowing they follow it, the sharecropper's wife in Alabama and the lama in Tibet and the entomologist in Peru and the millworker in Odessa and the greengrocer in London and the goatherd in Nigeria and the old, old man sharpening a stick by a dry streambed somewhere in Australia, and all the others. There is not one of us who has not known them. There are enough of them, enough to keep us going. Perhaps. — Ursula K. Le Guin

The more we take, the less we become. — Sarah McLachlan

In the silence of love
you will find the spark of life — Rumi

Papa thought that any book worth reading twice was worth owning. So instead of buying desserts, we bought books. — Natalie S. Bober

No matter how dark the moment, love and hope are always possible. — George Chakiris

I don't think I've ever really had a home before, not until I met you. — Amanda Hocking

In that moment, he wanted Sin for Sin - for the quiet of his breath and the unspoken words in his eyes. It was little of physical attraction and everything of emotional. He wanted to just hold Sin without the body needing to be involved other than strong arms and a comforting heartbeat. The reminder of the peace that was so long gone now it felt a lifetime had passed. — Ais

Why is it that every nation considers its own customs reasonable, and those of other nations amusing? — Botan

Because we were stranded together and because I stuttered, we read. there is no refuge so private, no asylum more sane. There is no facility of voices captured elsewhere so entire and so marvellous. My tongue was lumpish and fixed, but in reading, silent reading, there was a release, a flight, a wheeling off into the blue spaces of exclamatory experience, diffuse and improbable, gloriously homeless. All that was solid melted into air, all that was air reshaped, and gained plausibility. (p. 43) — Gail Jones

What if, in raising children, we focus on ability instead of gender? What if we focus on interest instead of gender? — Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie