Cordano Flavio Quotes & Sayings

When you embrace the uncertain, life opens up unusual new paths. Seeds sown way back bloom as flowers, in ways one can never fathom. — Subroto Bagchi

People bicker so and have such rows. Even if they're fond of each other, they still seem to have rows and not to mind a bit whether they have them in public or not. — Agatha Christie

I draw comfort from the notion that nature reveals its motivations only slowly; mysteries within mysteries that keep us arrogant, would-be know-alls firmly in our place. — John Lister-Kaye

He flung away his rubber-ball nose, revealed a man that would have awed Thor, the god of thunder. — Kurt Vonnegut

This is about the daily ins and outs of a marriage. I don't want to give away the ending, but they are trying either to make the marriage work or make the separation work. Our job is to make that interesting. — Rob Reiner

The messenger is not as important as the message. — Frank Iero

A dalliance with poetry before we dance. — Delano Johnson

Mayhem? Without inviting the Valkyrie? And in our territory, too? If beings were going to trespass in order to war, they should at least have the courtesy to invite the host faction to the conflict. — Kresley Cole

Better a tooth out than always aching. — Thomas Fuller

Something fierce and primal was rising inside him. Something inside him said, where others have failed, have faltered, have fallen, I will be triumphant; I am different; I am cut of a new cloth; I will rise. "Call me King," he said, and he smiled a fuck-you through the angst and the sorrow, and he was potent. — Brent Weeks

The final cause of law is the welfare of society. — Benjamin Cardozo

Let no man be sorry he has done good, because others have done evil. — Henry Fielding

She was soothing chaos. Like that first taste of anesthesia, before you lost your senses. Or the venom that numbed you before it killed you. I really couldn't decide which. The verdict was definitely still out on that. — R.K. Lilley

During this journey it was as if he again thought over his whole life and reached the same old comforting and hopeless conclusion: that there was no need for him to start anything, that he had to live out his life without doing evil, without anxiety, and without wishing for anything. — Leo Tolstoy