Lauriano Handyman Quotes & Sayings

The angry man wishes the object of his anger to suffer in return; hatred wishes its object not to exist. — Aristotle.

She was poisoned, but the reason she was crying was that her husband didn't want her anymore. — Eula Biss

Our world spins upside down and sometimes we have to lose our grip on the things we value in this life in order to grab on to true life. — Jon Foreman

My analyst refused to hear my dreams. This was years ago. — Jeanne Moreau

Once you join the queue for the immigration line, pay attention to what the expeditor tells you. Have your papers ready. Don't have your cell phone out. Take off your hat. Open your passport to the page with your photo and present it to the immigration officer already open. — Hanya Yanagihara

I don't find music being less important than, like, politics. — Kurt Loder

Preaching to the choir actually arms the choir with arguments and elevates the choir's discourse. There's a reason the right does it and does it well and triumphs. — Dan Savage

Neil Young sang, "It's better to burn out than to fade away." I say it's better to burn slow and see your grandkids. — Austin Kleon

Health can never be divorced from strength. — George Hackenschmidt

I'm always having fun in training and in boxing. I think it's because boxing is my passion. — Manny Pacquiao

I held a blue flower in my hand, probably a wild aster, wondering what its name was, and then thought that human names for natural things are superfluous. Nature herself does not name them. The important thing is to know this flower, look at its color until the blends becomes as real as a keynote of music. Look at the exquisite yellow flowerettes at the center, become very small with them. Be the flower, be the trees, the blowing grasses. Fly with the birds, jump with a squirrel! — Sally Carrighar

Extremes,' said the Controller, 'meet. For the good reason that they were made to meet. — Aldous Huxley

And even if something had once been committed to paper, did it mean that it was still true? Always true? Unlike the relative permanence of paint, words were temporal. You uttered them and they evanesced, but if you wrote them, they remained, though whether the written word was any more truthful than the spoken was a mystery to her. Only paint was honest. — Robin Oliveira