Fontanges Cantal Quotes & Sayings

Put even a fool in front of the window and you'll get a Spinoza; in the end life makes window watchers of us all — Nicole Krauss

Love as if it is eternal. Love when you are alive and when you are not alive. — Debasish Mridha

As a child with Autism, I experienced life my own way. I could sense colours/sounds/objects as beams of intense sensations. — Tina J. Richardson

You work enough with someone and you develop a shorthand. You know how he likes to work through the day and he knows where you're vulnerable and where your weaknesses and strengths are, so it makes for a good team, a team that knows who's over there behind your back. — David Strathairn

I've never felt a pain that didn't bear a blessing.
— Gene Knudsen Hoffman

She and I will become one someday soon. So much so, that none will know where I begin and she ends. This I know ... — A.R. Von

You a Catholic, Harry?" O'Neill asked. "I was. Can't see it any more." "You know something?" O'Neill offered after a pause. "Religion is for punks and old folks. When you're a punk you need it because you don't know any better and it straightens you up. And when you're old you need it for comfort before you check out. But in between it's no good. — Anton Myrer

Her father said she was a princess. He did not see that she was a brave knight. — Anne Ursu

Every time you smile at someone, it is an action of love, a gift to that person, a beautiful thing. — Mother Teresa

People didn't always listen to the narrative, they just looked at the pictures. — Cecelia Ahern

A rural Venus, Selah rises from the
gold foliage of the Sixhiboux River, sweeps
petals of water from her skin. At once,
clouds begin to sob for such beauty.
Clothing drops like leaves.
"No one makes poetry,my Mme.
Butterfly, my Carmen, in Whylah,"
I whisper. She smiles: "We'll shape it with
our souls."
Desire illuminates the dark manuscript
of our skin with beetles and butterflies.
After the lightning and rain has ceased,
after the lightning and rain of lovemaking
has ceased, Selah will dive again into the
sunflower-open river. — George Elliott Clarke