Cioccolati Quotes & Sayings

I want someone who is fierce and will love me until death and knows that love is as strong as death, and be on my side forever and ever. I want someone who will destroy and be destroyed by me. — Jeanette Winterson

The legal status of something does not alter its moral status, nor does it change our responsibility to the truth. — John Stonestreet

Noisome liquid the bag had rested in. The rest stood on — Diana Gabaldon

War is science of destruction. — John Stevens Cabot Abbott

Objectivism is basically the same thing as faith-based science or for that matter faith-based foreign policy, where you start out with the assumption "We are good, they are evil," or "We know what is good and right and we know what is wrong," so all questions are settled in advance by a set of ideological prejudices. — W. J. T. Mitchell

We must not wait for favours from Nature; our task is to wrest them from her. — Ivan Michurin

I fuckin eat silence of crickets for fun. I got life after
life and a name like Baby. Every time I try to cry a tear
a new kittenhead grows out of me. — Patricia Lockwood

I'm taking all the negatives in my life, and turning them into a positive. — Pitbull

One thing that unites triumphant entrepreneurs, whether in Brooklyn, San Francisco or Great Falls, Montana, is strength of character.Individuality is the goal that we all strive to excel at in some way; the notion that we are distinct, special, that there is something teachable about our wisdom, something remarkable about our outlook. — Brian D'Ambrosio

Of course awards matter. — Frank Ocean

I don't understand the Democrats' approach to Social Security in this country, and I'm not alone. — William Weld

I have been the person who tries to keep conversation light while talking to someone whose heart has been smashed. — Elizabeth McCracken

She felt all right. Her heart was like a drum hanging from piano wire in her chest, slowly, slowly beaten. Her hands and feet were numb, not with cold but with a sultry torpor. Thoughts moved with a tranquil lethargy, her brain a leisurely machine imbedded in swaths of woolly packing.
She felt all right. — Richard Matheson