Gabellini Architects Quotes & Sayings

It is reality that awakens possibilities, and nothing would be more perverse than to deny it. — Robert Musil

We are supposed to listen to the voice within us that says, "Gosh, this just doesn't sound loving, even though it sounds correct!" Of course, there's much sorting to be done: what does love really call for in a given situation? Nevertheless, the warning in Scripture is there for a reason. — Ken Wilson

The idiot is indeed the good man, but only because he doesn't know any better. — William, Saroyan

Again we are all sprung from the same seed, all have the same father, by whom mother earth the giver of increase, when she has taken in from him the liquid drops of moisture, conceives and bears goodly crops and joyous trees and the race of man, bears all kinds of brute beasts, in that she supplies food with which all feed their bodies and lead a pleasant life and continue their race; wherefore with good cause she has gotten the name of mother. — Lucretius

Whoever turns away from us might not offend us in doing so perhaps, but he certainly offends our followers. — Friedrich Nietzsche

Something irrevocable has happened. A circle has been cast on the
waters; a chain is imposed. We shall never flow freely again. — Virginia Woolf

But the hoping, that's what really hurts. — Shannon Hale

While stabbing someones back, you recklessly expose your own. — Matshona Dhliwayo

Local grandmas came in and out of our clinic bringing homemade cookies and fudge, because nothing soothes phantom limb pain better than a homemade brownie. — Adele Levine

I called my mother up and I said, 'You know, I've been to the best doctors in the world and I've spent almost half a million dollars and they're telling me I have symptoms of a P.O.W. and all I did was grow up in your home.' — Darrell Hammond

The way you learn to ride is by riding. — Laura Ruby

I think about what's going down my sink. So I won't pour oil down my sink. I won't - if I'm cleaning a pan, I'll wipe it and bin because I've seen - I've been down sewers. — Rose George

The rustle of the leaves in summer's hush When wandering breezes touch them, and the sigh That filters through the forest, or the gush That swells and sinks amid the branches high,
'Tis all the music of the wind, and we Let fancy float on the aeolian breath. — John Gardiner Calkins Brainard