Echilibrat Roti Quotes & Sayings

Today on the way home, it snows. Big, soft caressing flakes fall onto our skin like cold moths; the air fills with feathers. — Margaret Atwood

Wandering around the web is like living in a world in which every doorway is actually one of those science fiction devices which deposit you in a completely different part of the world when you walk through them. In fact, it isn't like it, it is it. — Douglas Adams

Part of an actor's job is to draw up a back story. — Bryan Cranston

The spiritual atrophying of contemporary culture may be due in large measure to its loss of sensitivity to processes in the collective unconscious. — Terence McKenna

Do you realize we're very probably seeing something that no one has seen for centuries?"
"Yes, it's a bloody flying alligator setting fire to my city!" shouted Vimes. — Terry Pratchett

Again its time to pray for peace. — Reba McEntire

I felt instantly at home, and wanted only to dismiss Alistair, along with the rest of Justice Hall, that I might have a closer look at the shelves.I had to content myself instead with a strolling perusal, my hands locked behind my back to keep them from reaching out for Le Morte D'Arthur, Caxton 1485 or the delicious little red-and-gilt Bestiary, MS Circa 1250 or ... If I took one down, I should be lost. So I looked, like a hungry child in a sweet shop, and trailed out on my guide's heels with one longing backward glance. — Laurie R. King

Every seed carries in itself the ability for multiplication. — Sunday Adelaja

When you get old, it's hard to tell what's memory and what you've kind of created in your head as memory, you know? — Bode Miller

Body of a woman, white hills, white thighs,
you look like a world, lying in surrender.
My rough peasant's body digs in you
and makes the son leap from the depth of the earth.
I was lone like a tunnel. The birds fled from me,
and nigh swamped me with its crushing invasion.
To survive myself I forged you like a weapon,
like an arrow in my bow, a stone in my sling.
But the hour of vengeance falls, and I love you.
Body of skin, of moss, of eager and firm milk.
Oh the goblets of the breast! Oh the eyes of absence!
Oh the roses of the pubis! Oh your voice, slow and sad!
Body of my woman, I will persist in your grace.
My thirst, my boundless desire, my shifting road!
Dark river-beds where the eternal thirst flows
and weariness follows, and the infinite ache. — Pablo Neruda

The amount of money that is in your bank at the time of your death is the extra work you did which wasn't necessary — Adolf Hitler

When they come here, the English make a choice: New York or L.A. L.A. suited me better, I just feel comfortable here. — Ringo Starr