Dimitrii Hvorostovsky Quotes & Sayings

In every sound, the hidden silence sleeps. — Dejan Stojanovic

I went to a great church here in L.A., gave my heart to the Lord and felt freedom from things I've carried throughout my life that I just thought, 'I don't have to carry them any more.' — Sheila E.

The despairing soul is a rebel. — Joyce Carol Oates

Nonetheless, the bigger problem has little to do with any particular product or industry, but with the way we look at risk. America takes the Hollywood approach, going to extremes to avoid the rare but dramatic risk
the chance that minutes residues of pesticide applied to our food will kill us, or that we will die in a plane crash ...
... On the other hand, we constantly expose ourselves to the likely risks of daily life, riding bicycles (and even motorcycles) without helmets, for example. We think nothing of exceeding the speed limit, and rarely worry about the safety features of the cars we drive. The dramatic rarities, like plane crashes, don't kill us. The banalities of everyday life do. — Michael Specter

This connection had the potential to be too special to ruin it with the hurt of misfired romantic intentions. And while half of me wanted to tear his shirt off with my teeth, I also wanted him to be in my life for the duration. I didn't want him to be the one I avoided because he'd hurt me. If I was just his friend, then I would still be blessed. If it meant swallowing my pride and being his shoulder when he got hurt, or being the one he ranted at when he was angry, I was prepared to do it with dignity. — Jessica Thompson

Toward the person who has died we adopt a special attitude: something like admiration for someone who has accomplished a very difficult task. — Sigmund Freud

The old woman I shall become will be quite different from the woman I am now. Another I is beginning. — George Sand

Because if you're gonna make someone choose, then you shouldn't be surprised when they don't choose you. — Alyson Noel

The wilderness is cracked and browned But through the water pale and thin Still shine the unoffending feet And there above the painter set 15 The Father and the Paraclete. . — T. S. Eliot