Ipiano Labazali Quotes & Sayings

He had often suspected that the young carriage driver had a particular affection for him. He had even wanted to indulge it on occasion, but was unsure if that would be improper. To make love to someone else's help seemed perfectly acceptable, but to make love to your own help seemed a mite graceless, as though you couldn't find lovers outside your immediate household. — Lev A.C. Rosen

When Rome burned, the emperor's cats still expected to be fed on time. — Seanan McGuire

My advice would be to write-never to stop writing, to keep it up all the time, to be painstaking about it, to write until you begin to write. — Gabriel Fielding

The most incomprehensible thing about the universe is that it is comprehensible. — John C. Lennox

You don't believe I'm cute enough to rescue? he asked, deadpan. — Lindsay Buroker

While Christians in America have worshipped without the fear or threat of physical abuse for their beliefs, thousands of their brothers in Christ throughout the world have been tortured and martyred for confessing the name of Christ. — Billy Graham

Gather up In the arms of your love - Those who expect No love from above. — Langston Hughes

All the world is in your shadow, Zahra. — Jessica Khoury

Small is beautiful. This is what Mother Teresa used to say always. What Mother Teresa used to say is a reality in the spiritual world as also in the investment world. Taking inspiration from the quotation of Mother Teresa think of making a small investment in the Public Sector Undertaking shares which are offered to the small investors at a discounted price of say 5 per cent. — Subhash Lakhotia

Wouldn't it be so lovely to just forget about Nick, those awful five years, and move on? — Gillian Flynn

I have respected every manager I have played under, but if you can't learn from someone like Mark Hughes, it is going to be hard for you. — Charlie Adam

I have never said that there is no need for a guru. All depends on what you call guru. He need not be in a human form. — Ramana Maharshi

In a sense, Joyce was Beckett's Don Quixote, and Beckett was his Sancho Panza. Joyce aspired to the One; Beckett encapsulated the fragmented many. But as each author accomplished his task, it was in the service of the other. Ultimately, Beckett's landscapes would resound with articulate silence, and his empty spaces would collect within themselves the richness of multiple shadows
a physicist would say the negative particles
of all that exists in absence, as in the white patches of an Abstract Expressionist painting. Becket would evoke, on his canvasses of vast innuendo and through the interstices of conscious and unconscious thought, the richness that Joyce had made explicit in words and intricate structure. — Lois Gordon