Danesco Kitchen Quotes & Sayings

Such a delicate charge as pruning the human race should not be subject to the quirks of personality. — Neal Shusterman

There are no grotesques in nature; not anything framed to fill up empty cantons, and unnecessary spaces. — Thomas Browne

I can think of nothing more gallant, even though again and again we fail, than attempting to get at the facts; attempting to tell things as they really are. For at least reality, though never fully attained, can be defined. Reality is that which, when you don't believe in it, doesn't go away. — Peter Viereck

It's difficult to talk about colour, even remember colour actually. — David Hockney

Look around you, he says, waving a hand at the surrounding tables. Not a one of them even has an inkling of the things that are possible in this world, and what's worse is that none of them would listen if you attempted to enlighten them. They want to believe that magic is nothing but clever deception, because to think it real would keep them up at night, afraid of their own existence. — Erin Morgenstern

Facebook is massive in scale and scope. Twitter is a public communication forum, but if I'm following you, you're not necessarily following me. LinkedIn is, simply, a professional network. — Jeff Weiner

Every man's follies are the caricature resemblances of his wisdom. — John Sterling

Infinity is a dreadfully poor place. They can never manage to make ends meet. — Norton Juster

Love is indeed blind, and it makes you imagine qualities in a person that don't exist. — Zane

We may repeatedly try to get our need for sex or our need for communication met by our partner. If our attempts are met with rejection over and over again, we may eventually stop asking. We tend to give up rather than keep setting ourselves up for regular rejection. — Cathy Burnham Martin

Mathematicians deal with large numbers sometimes, but never in their income. — Isaac Asimov

The only thing that follows work is results. — Ray Lewis

Sometimes he used a spade in his garden, and sometimes he read and wrote. He had but one name for these two kinds of labor; he called them gardening. 'The Spirit is a garden,' said he — Victor Hugo

Beyond the lake the waning moon has slowed,
And stands there like a window open wide
Into a hushed and brightly lit abode
Where something dreadful has occurred inside. — Anna Akhmatova