Fuertes Dolores Quotes & Sayings

Ordinary men died, men of iron were taken prisoner: I only brought back with me men of bronze. — Napoleon Bonaparte

As long as Luciano and Arianna were together, he felt that all was right with the world. — Mary Hoffman

Friedrich Hayek made the point that one of the keystones of socialism is the denial of individual responsibility. Thus, the crusade for socialism always included attacks on individual responsibility. For if individuals do not have free will, and are not responsible for their actions, then their lives must be controlled somehow - preferably by the state - according to the socialists. They must be regulated, regimented and controlled - for their own good. — Thomas DiLorenzo

Painting is self-discovery. Every good artist paints what he is. — Jackson Pollock

Sometimes she was seized with hallucinations and thought she was buried in some vault together with a lot of puppet-like corpses which nodded their heads and moved their legs and arms when you pulled the strings. — Emile Zola

Even in the King's Gambit ... White is no longer trying to attack at all costs. He has had to adapt his approach and look for moves with a solid positional foundation ... As often as not, his strategy consists of stifling Black's activity and then winning in an endgame thanks to his superior pawn structure. — Neil McDonald

Information is uncertainty, surprise, difficulty, and entropy: — James Gleick

I love dressing up, although that doesn't mean necessarily on the school run. — Cate Blanchett

You? - his words overwhelmed him with a realization of the cowardice which had driven him from her at the very moment of attainment. Yes - he had always feared his fate, and he was too honest to disown his cowardice now; — Edith Wharton

Poetry, for me, is the answer to, 'How does one stay sane when private lives are being ransacked by public events?' It's something that hangs over your head all the time. — Lisel Mueller

He thought about going out and buying a Sunday paper but decided not to. Arnold Stockton, Jessica's boss, a many-chinned, self-made caricature of a man, owned all the Sunday papers that Rupert Murdoch had failed to buy. His own papers talked about him, and so did the rest. Reading a Sunday paper would, Richard suspected, probably end up reminding him of the dinner had failed to attend on Friday night. So instead Richard had a long hot bath and a number of sandwiches, and several cups of tea. — Neil Gaiman

But you don't want me to ask, do you, Hailey? You want me to hurt you, to make you, to use you. That's why you haven't touched those keys jangling in the bottom of your purse, why you keep coming back for more. I don't have to tie you up; you're already bound to me. You're mine." Because I do need you. — Pepper Winters