Garibotto Obituary Quotes & Sayings

The love that we feel for each other is not about the worldly things, those materialistic possessions, or great looks either.
It's about the breath I hold at your sheer sight. It's about the constant drumming of my heart when you come near me, making me aware of your control on me, and how my senses crave for more of you. My love for you is 'you', and it will still take me eternity to figure out more of it! — Ankita Chadha

Don't you get the idea I'm one of those goddam radicals. Don't get the idea I'm knocking the American system. — Al Capone

The sea in all its vastness is its own, real world. Man is nature's sci-fi. — Criss Jami

I used the music kind of as therapy, and it's just amazing that I feel so free after doing that. I feel like I had it trapped inside of me and now I feel free. So it's been a very good therapy session for me as well. — Vanilla Ice

At least, for once I was there for her. I didn't fail her. She wasn't alone. - Duke — Stephanie Witter

My summer reading suggestion: Pick a really famous, really long novel. — Maria Semple

With long skirts, you can really buff. People open doors for you and everything. — Niki De St. Phalle

I was a lawyer and I loved it, but my Francesca was born, and a divorce followed way too soon after. — Lisa Scottoline

That's the only way to look at things, I always say," propounded the Duke. "Slantways, sideways, and upside down. — Catherynne M Valente

In New Guinea, as in other hot spots of endangerment, indigenous languages are a user's guide to ecosystems that are increasingly fragile and - in the face of climate change - increasingly irreplaceable. — Anonymous

Anger and fatigue well up all over the country. Fall has arrives, with its biting winds, its long rainy evenings. The gloom matches our overall mood. It mirrors the minds of the adults. And we children absorb everything, we drink everything in without anyone noticing, until the moment we get squeezed. We're baby sponges, you can't just wring us out, you have to be careful what you soak us in. Even washed, rinsed, dried a hundred times over, traces still remain in us. — Marzena Sowa