Limatola Castle Quotes & Sayings

Relations between a man and a woman are always strange: nothing can be foreseen, they have no predictable direction, no law. Sometimes you come to a dead end, where there is nothing to do but sit down and weep; all the words have been said, and to no purpose; all the arguments have been thought of, and shattered. But then sometimes, at a chance look or word, the wall doesn't start to crack, but simply melts away. And where there was nothing but darkness, a clear path appears again, where two people can walk.
Just a path - perhaps only for a minute. — Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn

My genes, my love, are rubber bands and rope - make yourself a structure you can live inside. — Aimee Bender

Nobody tells us how to be men. We just are. — Robert Jordan

Much of the social history of the Western world over the past three decades has involved replacing what worked with what sounded good. — Thomas Sowell

I would love to live like a river flows,
carried by the surprise of its own unfolding. — John O'Donohue

If there's one thing I learned, it is that blood families can sometimes be the pits; it's the one you make for yourself that really gives you a home and people to love. — Joss Stirling

We all do what we can, and it has to be good enough, and if it isn't good enough, it has to do. — Stephen King

Family life was and always will be the foundation of any civilization. Destroy the family and you destroy the country. — Erin Pizzey

Two words that characterize misplaced worship or lust are secret excess. — Lysa TerKeurst

We have a broad, well-positioned company, so when 'Minions' comes out, it can be in theme parks all over the world. We own Fandango. We can advertise on a network. We can have the characters pop up on the Golf Channel. — Brian L. Roberts

member of the upper crust. He's a working class bloke, born with a tin spoon in his mouth. In our — Magda Alexander

Did you become a Christian in your nunnery?' I asked her.
'Of course not.' she said scornfully.
'They didn't mind?'
'I gave them silver.'
'Then they didn't mind.' I said.
'I don't think any Dane is a real Christian.' she told me.
'Not even your brother?'
'We have many gods,' she said, 'and the Christian god is just another one. I'm sure that's what Guthred thinks. What's the Christian god's name? A nun did tell me, but I've forgotten.'
'Jehovah.'
There you are, then. Odin, Thor and Jehovah. Does he have a wife?'
'No.'
'Poor Jehovah.' she said. — Bernard Cornwell