Fagioli Soup Quotes & Sayings

A fool thinks it like honey so long as the bad deed does not bear fruit, but when it does bear fruit he experiences suffering. — Gautama Buddha

You and I probably wouldn't be here if our ancestors hadn't been greedy savages. — Mark Pagel

I endured all our hardships as if they had been luxuries: I made light of scurvy, banqueted off train-oil, and met that cold for which there is no language framed, and which might be a new element; or which, rather, had seemed in that long night like the vast void of ether beyond the uttermost star, where was neither air nor light nor heat, but only bitter negation and emptiness. I was hardly conscious of my body; I was only a concentrated search in myself. — Harriet Prescott Spofford

I slide to my knees and say, "Please let this be over." Then, I'm not ready for it to be over. — Andre Agassi

Everybody screws up, ... Remember that. The trick is to realize it and start fixing the screwup. — Jon Jackson

By now, he was also a 'Protestant Atheist', which he remained all his life. — John Ellis

Hermione end up with Ron. As the author told Emma Watson, guest editor for the upcoming edition of the quarterly British lifestyle magazine "Wonderland, — Anonymous

When Delaware State University was founded in 1890, it was not by choice, but by social reality. — Michael N. Castle

The babies had been successfully anesthetized after only a few hours, a complex procedure because of their shared blood vessels. — Ben Carson

I would leave school and go to my theater class, and that's when I'd actually sit down and listen. I wouldn't pay attention in school, or I'd sing in class and get in trouble - I'd always get in trouble. Theater is the only thing I always came back to. — Liana Liberato

But as I listened, I heard as if from down below in the valley the howling of many wolves. The Count's eyes gleamed, and he said. "Listen to them, the children of the night. What music they make!" Seeing, I suppose, some expression in my face strange to him, he added, "Ah, sir, you dwellers in the city cannot enter into the feelings of the hunter. — Bram Stoker