Dayvin Bartolome Quotes & Sayings

Writing comes from deep within, seeping out of the soul onto the white of paper. It carries with it the lifeblood of the artist, exposing their secrets to the world. — Amber E. Box

Adapt yourself to the needs of the people — Sunday Adelaja

Really hope no one uses this name for any type of sexual act or newspaper! — Albert Camus

An answer, once found, is dull; and the only remaining interest lies in a further effort to render equally dull what is still obscure enough to be intriguing. — Nelson Goodman

Too soon did the doctors of the church forget that the heart
the moral nature
was the beginning and the end, and that truth, knowledge, and insight were comprehended in its expansion. — Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Did you forget a dentist appointment or something, big guy? Where the hell did you hop off to? — Elle Lothlorien

An "exorcism" carried out by these untrained individuals very often becomes a source of misinformation, unecessary pain, a sideshow circus atmosphere. Not to mention the very serious dangers inherent in the actions of such dubious individuals for the victims body and soul. Therefore, it is absolutely necessary that we are able to recognize and find a legitimate exorcist. The first step should always be to ask your parish priest for direction. And as a rule NEVER pay money for such ministry. — Jack Ashcraft

No, the czar did not want us in the schools. — Mary Antin

We start to feel not good enough and we withdraw our hearts energy and sensor our authentic expression, and that hurts! — Agapi Stassinopoulos

We are a mirror to show god it's cruelty. — Steve Aylett

You promised me one night. I want you next to me tonight. We have the rest of our lives to be apart. — S.H. Kolee

The vineyard country, russet, reddish, carmine-brown in this season.
A blue outline of hills above a fertile valley.
It's warm as long as the sun does not set, in the shade cold returns.
A strong sauna and then swimming in a pool surrounded by trees.
Dark redwoods, transparent pale-leved birches.
In their delicate network, a sliver of the moon.
I describe this for I have learned to doubt philosophy
And the visible world is all that remains. — Czeslaw Milosz

Mi bella Princesa, your funny little dwarf will never dance again. It is a pity, for he is so ugly that he might have made the King smile.'
'But why will he not dance again?' asked the Infanta, laughing.
'Because his heart is broken,' answered the Chamberlain.
And the Infanta frowned, and her dainty rose-leaf lips curled in pretty disdain. 'For the future let those who come to play with me have no hearts,' she cried, and she ran out into the garden. — Oscar Wilde