Fariello Construction Quotes & Sayings

We need to stop shuffling service parts randomly and set our sights on a goal, something we are moving toward in every service element. — James MacDonald

World's use is cold, world's love is vain, world's cruelty is bitter bane; but is not the fruit of pain. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Stage is definitely my home first and foremost - I still feel like I'm yet to earn my stripes on set. — Shari Sebbens

As we look deeply within, we understand our perfect balance. There is no fear of the cycle of birth, life and death. For when you stand in the present moment, you are timeless. — Rodney Yee

Throw aside all hindrances and give up your time to attaining a sound mind — Seneca.

Truth, it has been said, is the first casualty of war. — Philip Snowden, 1st Viscount Snowden

Sometimes a thing is - too much - and it has to be isolated and put away." Martin shrugged. "So what's in the boxes is - emotion. In the form of objects."-Her Fearful Symmetry — Audrey Niffenegger

Every invention begins with an original thought. You are God's original thought. You are his initiative, the fruit of his creative inspiration, his intimate design and love-dream. — Francois Du Toit

There's almost no author alive who isn't weathering the tumultuous changes in the publishing industry. — M.J. Rose

Uplift, your mind is a gift. — LL Cool J

I assume they're still there, ostriching themselves and eating paint chips, or whatever it is they do in their spare time. I — Cherie Priest

Your director is your everything and you devote yourself to them and you want to help create their vision. — Natalie Portman

The allegedly 'classy' magazines often seem to be in an endless, undeclared competition to see who can climb furthest up the fundament of Gwyneth Paltrow or Jennifer Lopez. — Julie Burchill

Four years into her marriage, Sera had woken up one morning to feel something hot and sticky in the back of her throat. For a minute, she thought it was the start of another sinus infection, but when she swallowed cautiously, her throat did not hurt. It was hate. Hate that was lodged like a bone in her throat. Hate that made her feel sick, that gave her mouth a bitter, dry taste. Hate that entered her heart like a fever, that made her lips curve downward like a bent spoon. — Thrity Umrigar

Oh, baby girl," he says with a sigh. "I am so, so sorry. — Laura Wiess