Delmaine Italian Quotes & Sayings

New York City has finally hired women to pick up the garbage, which makes sense to me, since, as I've discovered, a good bit of being a woman consists of picking up garbage. — Anna Quindlen

I have all the admiration in the world for somebody like Bono, who really puts himself on the line and tries actively to do something about our world situation. — David Bowie

Only Rhys remained, and I hated him as I clung to him, I hated him with my entire heart - Then — Sarah J. Maas

On cheap tippers:"Don't take it personally; they were deprived somehow as children.
On low-fat entrees: "They sell well enough, but nobody's too happy after the meal. — Joan Bauer

It keeps eternal whisperings around desolate shores — John Keats

Socialism is ... not only a way of life, but a certain scientific approach to social and economic problems. — Jawaharlal Nehru

All the creatures of folklore and popular culture raise unanswered questions about the bodies we inhabit. The walking corpse horrifies because our bodies will bear a real resemblance to them someday, sans the perambulation. Medical oddities are distburbing because they remind that the boundaries of the human body are inherently instable... Other members of the monstrous fraternity, even the sultry vampire, threaten to puncture, rend, and ultimately destroy our bodies. We fear the monster perhaps because we fear the death and dissolution of our temporal selves. — W. Scott Poole

to know your past is to know your future. Where lies the strength of the stem and the fruits of the branches when the roots are rotten? — Ernest Agyemang Yeboah

Sometimes I feel it is best to experience as little as possible. I have become so accustomed to the sight of blood that this afternoon I witnessed the execution of two soldiers for cowardice. All that occurred to me was that their severed heads went rolling about just like dice. This only goes to show what I have always held: that horrors do not sharpen but blunt the senses. An old friend once set above his vestibule door the blood-soaked cuirass in which his father was killed. He put it there, he said, as a perpetual reminder of the horror of violence. And was he reminded? The first time he passed the vestibule, yes. The second time, maybe. The third time not at all, and thereafter he grew used to it, and was later killed in an amphitheatre riot with his fingers on another man's throat. — Colin Thubron

Only a fool would dream of riches when what is rarest are moments — Bruce Meyer