Guiso De Maiz Quotes & Sayings

The scent of flowers is the glory of gardens and the scent of art is the glory of Paris! — Mehmet Murat Ildan

Traveling - it leaves you speechless, then turns you into a storyteller. — Ibn Battuta

There's a very old recording maxim that goes, 'Distance makes depth.' I've used that a hell of a lot-whether it's tracking guitars or the whole band. People are used to close-miking amps, but I'd have a mic out around the back, as well, and then balance the two. Also, you shouldn't have to use EQ in the studio if the instruments sound right. You should be able to get the right tones simply with the science of microphone placement. — Jimmy Page

There's a special joy you get having a show on the air that people are interested in and wanting to know what happens next. You really want to enjoy that while you have it. — Ronald D. Moore

There's a level of confidence in the actor you're working with that really helps a lot. It makes all the difference. — Christian Bale

I think I have a newfound respect for what my parents did, to create two players - one who was really good and another who was pretty good. — Patrick McEnroe

It's become very popular in contemporary films to have the twist ending. — Bill Paxton

Faith, for me, isn't an argument, a catechism, a philosophical "proof." It is instead a lens, a way of experiencing life, and a willingness to act. — Sara Miles

What keeps us from abandoning ourselves entirely to one vice, often, is the fact that we have several. — Francois De La Rochefoucauld

Self-knowledge would not especially need the sickly soul as well as the sound one; in short, whether the mere will to health is not a prejudice, a cowardice, and perhaps an instance of the subtlest barbarism and unprogressiveness ? — Friedrich Nietzsche

If I could repeat my childhood, I would repeat it exactly as it was, with the poverty, the cold, little food, with the flies and pigs, all that. — Jose Saramago

She walked with measured steps, draped in striped and fringed cloths, treading the earth proudly, with a slight jingle and flash of barbarous ornaments. She carried her head high; her hair was done in the shape of a helmet; she had brass leggings to the knee, brass wire gauntlets to the elbow, a crimson spot on her tawny cheek, innumerable necklaces of glass beads on her neck; bizarre things, charms, gifts of witch-men, that hung about her, glittered and trembled at every step. She must have had the value of several elephant tusks upon her. She was savage and superb, wild-eyed and magnificent; there was something ominous and stately in her deliberate progress. And in the hush that had fallen suddenly upon the whole sorrowful land, the immense wilderness, the colossal body of the pensive, as though it had been looking at the image of its own tenebrous and passionate soul. — Joseph Conrad

Some people wore their ugly deep inside where nobody could see it. Those were the most dangerous monsters of all. — Jaden Wilkes