Elettricisti Quotes & Sayings

The class of those who have the ability to think their own thoughts is separated by an unbridgeable gulf from the class of those who cannot. — Ludwig Von Mises

One in All
All in One
If only this is realized,
No more worry about your not being perfect (175) — Edward Conze

For this I bless you most. You give much and know not that you give at all. — Khalil Gibran

I've always known that I wanted to sing, and I wanted to dance, and I wanted to act. — Alex Newell

Graduating high school was really emotional for me. I'd obviously made a huge thing out of what that experience was for me, and saying goodbye to it was very weird. So I had to be like, boom, onward and upward. — Tavi Gevinson

Early on, someone had told me, 'You know, the camera can always tell when you're lying.' And, Jesus, that intimidated me. 'The camera can always tell? How am I going to do this?' Until one day I thought, 'Wait a minute, acting is lying. Acting is all about lying.' — Michael Douglas

No, that nurse ain't some kinda monster chicken, buddy, what she is is a ball-cutter. I've seen a thousand of 'em, old and young, men and women. Seen 'em all over the country and in the homes- people who try to make you weak so they can get you to toe the line, to follow their rules, to live like they want you to. And the best way to do this, to get you to knuckle under, is to weaken you by gettin' you where it hurts the worst. — Ken Kesey

He still has the same way of calling to me, as if I'm still new to him, as if he has yet to get over me. — George Plimpton

A lot of times, people send me emails, and then I forget about them, or I never respond to them, or I respond to them weeks later. — James Altucher

It was like one of those moments when people talked about their lives flashing before their eyes. Because as we stared at one another, every part of our relationship replayed in my mind's eye. I remembered how strong and invincible he'd been when we first met, when he'd come to bring Lissa and me back to the folds of Moroi society. I remembered the gentleness of his touch when he'd bandaged my bloodied and battered hands. I remembered him carrying me in his arms after Victor's daughter Natalie had attacked me. Most of all, I remembered the night we'd been together in the cabin, just before the Strigoi had taken him. A year. We'd known each other only a year, but we'd lived a lifetime in it. — Richelle Mead