Folco Quotes & Sayings

May suitable doses of guaranteed sensual pleasure and slow, long-lasting enjoyment preserve us from the contagion of the multitude who mistake frenzy for efficiency. — Folco Portinari

It is sound statesmanship to add two battleships every time our neighbour adds one and two stories to our skyscrapers every time he piles a new one on top of his to threaten our light. There is no limit to this soundness but the sky. — Mark Twain

Of all the states of emotion I've ever been in, music takes me to the strongest state of emotion the quickest, of any other sort of state of mind I've ever been in or been put in by any substance or circumstance, music brings me to an emotional state of being faster than anything I've ever known — Ben Harper

The autonomy of her artificial intelligence had surpassed even my wildest predictions. — Folco Chevallier

As you care less about what people think of you, you will care more about what others think of themselves. — Stephen R. Covey

This afternoon I was sitting quietly with some twenty roughs when I noticed a sudden hush come over the room. I glanced nervously round and observed that forty pairs of eyes were on me ... I was reading a book. They had never seen someone read a book before. They were like natives watching a white man shave. — William Donaldson

They shall never believe that a young lord of Siena would march directly into their camp."
"And if they do?"
He gave me another small smile. "Then my beloved lady shall have to come and rescue me."
"Us," Luca corrected him, slurring his words now. "Have to rescue us."
He adjusted Luca across his shoulders. "Stay with me, Luca," he said sternly.
"Can't get much closer m'lord," Luca mumbled. — Lisa Tawn Bergren

Legs shaved?"
I nodded
"Other ... things ... shaved?"
"As much as they are ever going to be, yes, now move on." That was where I drew the line of this conversation. — Cora Carmack

I believe in my kids 100 percent. When you have confidence in them, they have confidence in themselves. — Michael Strahan

I started working on OpenBSD, and many earlier projects, because I have always felt that vendor systems were not designed for quality. — Theo De Raadt

When the Mets were on their run in the 1980s, Gary Carter was often seen hugging somebody. It was easy to joke about that. The best hug of all was with Jesse Orosco at the end of the 1986 World Series. — George Vecsey

I said I deserved a home fight, either Philly or Puerto Rico, since I'm always going to someone else's place to fight. Everyone thought it was a great idea to go back to Puerto Rico. — Danny Garcia

Pandora decided to take another tack. "You do not want to marry me, my lord. I would be the worst wife imaginable. I'm forgetful and stubborn, and I can never sit still for more than five minutes. I'm always doing things I shouldn't. I eavesdrop on other people, I shout and run in public, and I'm a clumsy dancer. And I've lowered my character with a great deal of unwholesome reading material." Pausing to draw breath, she noticed that Lord St. Vincent didn't appear properly impressed by her list of faults. "Also, my legs are skinny. Like a stork's. — Lisa Kleypas

That I wrote six books about my past is the red herring; nothing I have written has in any way altered the past or healed me clean, so no scar remains. Perhaps the process of writing - being fully in the moment, while I write letter by letter - has soothed me because it's kept me busy. When you're busy, you lack the time to fondle your emotional baggage. And if that sounds too reductive, remember we crawled from the swamp. Simple isn't such a terrible thing to be in this respect. — Augusten Burroughs

All it takes is one step. Just close your eyes and step out over the edge. It'll all be over before you know it — K.C. Wells

The Beatrice that obsessed Dante was a Florentine named Bice di Folco Portinari. Envision this moment (and, in all fairness, I am envisioning it the way Henry Holiday did in his exquisite nineteenth-century painting): Bice is walking beside the Arno River, dressed in white, the fabric clinging to her legs and outlining her slender thighs, and there is Dante. He meets her at the corner of one of the bridges that span
the river. His left hand, at first glimpse, is moving casually toward his hip; it is only on a more careful study that one realizes his hand is actually going up to his heart. Meanwhile, his right hand is resting on the bridge's waist-high stone balustrade, as if Bico's beauty is such that he needs to steady himself when he beholds her. — Chris Bohjalian

If we took a moment of silence for each person lost to abortion, we would be silent for over 100 years. — Frank Pavone