Lautaro Bettoni Quotes & Sayings

Edmund felt despair eating away at his victory. "Why is the world like this?" He shivered. "Why does it feel so cold, so hard?"
A smile flickered on John's face, one that was neither happy nor sad. "What would be the worth of goodness, in a world that always rewarded it? — Matthew Jobin

I allowed the scriptwriter to come to my parties for research and it's a good thing he did otherwise I don't think Personal Services would've been so good. — Cynthia Payne

Upon closer scrutiny, however, you will discover that the decomposing tree trunk and rotting leaves not only give birth to new life, but are full of life themselves. Microorganisms are at work. — Eckhart Tolle

It must be significant that nearly all the evolutionary stories I learned as a student ... have now been debunked. — D. V. Ager

Above all, we must awaken to and overcome the great hidden anthropocentric projection that has virtually defined the modern mind: the pervasive projection of soullessness onto the cosmos by the modern self's own will to power. — Richard Tarnas

The world moves fast, changing everything around us with each new day. Photography is a gift that can keep us in a moment forever, blissfully eternal. — Ali Novak

It's very possible to live life without disliking anyone. It's all vibration. We can get to the point where 'dislike' does not even register as an option in the default settings of our minds.

Some may wonder, 'What does it matter if I like or dislike people?'

In my perception, it matters greatly since dislike influences our entire energetic body. It becomes part of our vibrational aura, what we're emitting and receiving in return from the world. How we respond to the world is how the world will treat us. — Alaric Hutchinson

Confederation is only yet in the gristle, and it will require five years more before it hardens into bone. — John A. Macdonald

The language I have learn'd these forty years, My native English, now I must forego: And now my tongue's use is to me no more Than an unstringed viol or a harp, Or like a cunning instrument cased up, Or, being open, put into his hands That knows no touch to tune the harmony: Within my mouth you have engaol'd my tongue, Doubly portcullis'd with my teeth and lips; And dull unfeeling barren ignorance Is made my gaoler to attend on me. I am too old to fawn upon a nurse, Too far in years to be a pupil now: What is thy sentence then but speechless death, Which robs my tongue from breathing native breath? — William Shakespeare