Cossetta Eventi Quotes & Sayings

Of all the gifts that wise Providence grants us to make life full and happy, friendship is the most beautiful. — Epicurus

No one likes to admit that in the end we all die by inches, gradually losing all the defining visual characteristics that make us us — Simon R. Green

To relinquish your typical everyday character for a brief while, in pursuit of uninhibited sexual pleasure can be an incredibly cathartic experience.......Why not try it some time? — Miya Yamanouchi

I was at this time living, like so many Atheists or Antitheists, in a whirl of contradictions. I maintained that God did not exist. I was also very angry with God for not existing. I was equally angry with Him for creating a world. — C.S. Lewis

I just want someone to see me, Q. See who I really am. It is what we all want, in the end; to be seen. — Rachel Joyce

What we need to be able to do is count all human experience. So I would like to count the secretarial positions as good training places to take over the jobs of the bosses. — Gloria Steinem

I was thinking that Rembrandt would have like to paint you. — Irving Stone

Our senses and emotions are the great source of inspiration for creating compelling and interesting art pieces (books included). Each art piece, be it a book, a song, a painting, a photograph or a product should touch our senses and evoke emotions. Emotionless art lacks purpose and interest. — Serafima

Worship is so much more than the songs I sing. Instead, worship is in the heart that lifts the song. If you think about it, worship began when I woke up this morning. My life purpose is to give God glory through everything I do. If my life does not worship Him, my songs don't either. — Mark Hall

Oh yeah, I'm about to host the Genies, which are the Canadian Academy Awards. — Andrea Martin

I enjoy everything. I actually do listen to everything. In high school, I listened to a lot of metal and punk rock. — Tim Schafer

Education does not mean the imparting of verbal knowledge alone. — Sai Baba

Fog rolls between the blackened trees.
Reminds me of hell, actually.
I pull away from Tucker, shivering.
God, I need therapy, I think.
Right. As if I can picture telling my story to a shrink, stretched out on a sofa talking about how I'm part angel, how all angel-bloods have this purpose we're put on earth to fulfill, how on the day of my purpose I happened to bump into a fallen angel. Who literally took me to hell for about five minutes. Who tried to kill my mother. And how I fought him with a type of holy light. Then I had to fly off to save a boy from a forest fire, only I didn't save him. I saved my boyfriend instead, but it turns out that the original boy didn't need saving, anyway, because he's part angel, too.
Yeah, somehow I have a feeling that my first visit to a therapist would end up with me in a straitjacket getting comfy in my new padded cell. — Cynthia Hand