Giacomo Nerone Quotes & Sayings

Whoever had decided that school should start so early in the morning and last all day long needed to be hunted down and forced to watch hours of educational televison without the aid of caffine. — Heather Brewer

Each of us can walk only the path he sees at his own feet. Each of us is subject to the consequences of his own belief. — Morris L. West

Our material eye cannot see that a stupid chauvinism is driving us from one noisy, destructive, futile agitation to another. — Anne Sullivan

It's difficult. You tell yourself that, but you don't believe it. You always feel like there's another game. You know, the reality is, it's do or die. And I think I'm going to play like that. — Marshall Strickland

I can understand wanting to be invisible and mistrusting people and wanting to understand everything before you engage with the world. — Rooney Mara

God, I scream for time to let go, to write, to think. But no. I have to exercise my memory in little feats just so I can stay in this damn wonderful place which I love and hate with all my heart. And so the snow slows and swirls, and melts along the edges. The first snow isn't good for much. It makes a few people write poetry, a few wonder if the Christmas shopping is done, a few make reservations at the skiing lodge. It's a sentimental prelude to the real thing. It's picturesque & quaint. — Sylvia Plath

We are ants on the carcass of the world, spawned out of nothing, going busily nowhere. One of us dies, the others crawl over us to the pickings. — Morris L. West

I'm trying to find out where we are going. Olivia. I already know you love me." I glared up at him in shock and he shrugged. "The fact that you can't say it - is a problem. I love you. — Tarryn Fisher

Whatever is contained must be released. — Helene Aylon

You can become rich by being cheap but the problem is that even though you are rich, you are still cheap — Robert Kiyosaki

I'm interested in all kinds of art. I draw and paint and don't know how to play the banjo, but I do play the banjo. — Ellar Coltrane

For me, university was just awful because it was closing one door after the other of all these candy shops of professional possibilities. — Richard Powers

When Big Eddie left, I only worried about how it affected me. I didn't worry about the others. I was selfish. Self-centred. I took to the river and let myself float on its waters. I didn't care if I drowned. I didn't care what became of me. I was hurt, I was angry, and I didn't care what that meant for the future. I just wanted everything to stop. — T.J. Klune

The man who does good in doubt must have so much more merit than one who does it in the bright certainty of belief. "Other sheep I have which are not of this fold ... " A warning against the smugness of inherited faith. — Morris L. West

Peeta, you were supposed to wake me after a couple of hours," I say.
"For what? Nothing's going on here," he says. "Besides, I like watching you sleep. You don't scowl. Improves your looks a lot."
This, of course, brings on a scowl that makes him grin. — Suzanne Collins

Even in sin, the act of love -done with love- is shadowed with divinity. Its conformity may be at fault, but its nature is not altered, and its nature is creative, communicative, splendid in surrender. It was in the splendor of my surrender to Nina and she to me, that I first understood how a man might surrender himself to God -if a God existed. The moment of love is a moment of union -of body and spirit- and the act of faith is mutual and implicit. — Morris L. West

I was lost a long time, without knowing it. Without the Faith, one is free, and that is a pleasant feeling at first. There are no questions of conscience, no constraints, except the constraints of custom, convention and the law, and these are flexible enough for most purposes. It is only later that terror comes. One is free - but free in chaos, in an unexplained and unexplainable world. One is free in a desert, from which there is no retreat but inward, toward the hollow core of oneself. There is nothing to build on but the small rock of one's own pride, and this is a nothing, based on nothing ... I think, therefore I am. But what am I? An accident of disorder, going no place. — Morris L. West

When you're a crime reporter, you see the nub of what life's about, and you don't have much patience for the falsity of politics. — Heather Brooke

A lot of women lose definition around their waist as they get older, which can mean their bottom half can look shapeless. — Marie Helvin