Figliomeni Mafia Quotes & Sayings

I hadn't just fallen in love with him. I'd fallen in need, in lust, in hope, in dream with him. I'd fallen crazily, head-spinningly, recklessly into him. — Nina Lane

I don't care anything about reasons, but I know what I like. — Henry James

This is the national equivalent of having no savings, your credit card maxed out, you didn't renew your insurance, and now your house has burned down. The only way we can start to solve this is rolling back the tax cuts for the rich, which would save about $70 billion. — Diana DeGette

You can't lead others to places you don't want to go yourself. If you don't feel a burning passion for something, how in the world can you inspire and encourage others to share it? — James M. Kouzes

Each thought, each action in the sunlight of awareness becomes sacred. — Thich Nhat Hanh

Attitude is altitude. — Julius Erving

Unless you're Shannon Hoon (of Blind Melon), dying is the only thing that guarantees a rock star will have a legacy that stretches beyond temporary relevance. — Chuck Klosterman

The worst loneliness is not to be comfortable with yourself. — Mark Twain

Once, Lila Zacharov was in love with a boy with hair as black as spilled ink and eyes as dark as coffee. She would trace his name on her skin, over and over, write it in the condensation of her breath on panes of glass, scrawl it on the bottoms of her feet with the tip of her nail, like she was casting a spell. — Holly Black

To say that a poet is justified in employing a disintegrating form in order to express a feeling of disintegration, is merely a sophistical justification for bad poetry, akin to the Whitmanian notion that one must write loose and sprawling poetry to "express" the loose and sprawling American continent. In fact, all feeling, if one gives oneself (that is, one's form) up to it, is a way of disintegration; poetic form is by definition a means to arrest the disintegration and order the feeling; and in so far as any poetry tends toward the formless, it fails to be expressive of anything. — Yvor Winters

Hey Shelly, you're looking at me like I'm from another planet. What's wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong. Bubbles sold me alien abduction insurance. I haven't got a care in the world. — Meryl Sawyer

History may be servitude. History may be freedom. See, now they vanish. The faces and places, with the self which, as it could, loved them, to become renewed, transfigured, in another pattern. — T. S. Eliot

We've been a country that's been fortunate to be protected by two oceans, to not have serious attacks on our territory for most of our history. And we were unfortunately reminded in a very devastating way of our vulnerability. — Condoleezza Rice