Farinola Pino Quotes & Sayings

For every man who lives without freedom, the rest of us must face the guilt. — Lillian Hellman

Act averse to nasty language and partial to fruity tea. — Al Swearengen

Bestow upon me, O Lord my God, understanding to know thee, diligence to seek thee, wisdom to find thee, and a faithfulness that may finally embrace thee. — Thomas Aquinas

Remember one thing: the one who brings unhappiness to others in the end becomes unhappy himself, and the one who brings happiness to others in the end reaches to the heights of happiness. That's why I am saying that someone who tries to give happiness develops the center of happiness inside himself, and someone who tries to bring unhappiness to others develops the center of unhappiness inside himself. — Rajneesh

Democratic leaders always seem to blame America first. — Ken Mehlman

Once I got in the public eye there was no going back. — Shayne Ward

Without God's help and His grace, it is impossible for a country to be transformed — Sunday Adelaja

I love the great despisers because they are the great adorers ... — Friedrich Nietzsche

Then he said quietly in my ear, For a long time, a long fuckin' time, Faye, nearly six years, I thought it was certain I'd never have anything as beautiful as the last three minutes. Thank you, honey, for giving that to me. — Kristen Ashley

From Dharma springs inner harmony and lasting satisfaction. Dharma is based upon the ancient principle that says every one of us has a heroic mission while we walk this Earth. We have all been granted a unique set of gifts and talents that will readily allow us to realize this lifework. The key is to discover them, and in doing so, discover the main objective of your life. — Robin S. Sharma

He saved me. He freaking electrocuted himself to save me. I'm gonna be there when he wakes up so I can tell him thanks. — Kiersten White

He came forward, holding his belt by one hand. The holes in it marked the progress of his emaciation and the leather at one side had a lacquered look to it where he was used to stropping the blade of his knife. He stepped down into the roadcut and he looked at the gun and he looked at the boy. Eyes collared in cups of grime and deeply sunk. Like an animal inside a skull looking out the eyeholes. He wore a beard that had been cut square across the bottom with shears and he had a tattoo of a bird on his neck done by someone with an illformed notion of their appearance. He was lean, wiry, rachitic. Dressed in a pair of filthy blue coveralls and a black billcap with the logo of some vanished enterprise embroidered across the front of it. — Cormac McCarthy