Lisola Dei Quotes & Sayings

We're Nephilim. Every one of our life's passages has some mystical component - our births, our deaths, our, marriages, everything has a ceremony and a rune. There is one as well if you wish to become someone's parabatai. It's no small commitment. — Cassandra Clare

Tears dont show in rain but you feel them — J. Yates

The previous year, Baba had surprised Hassan with a leather cowboy hat just like the one Clint Eastwood wore in The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly - which had unseated The Magnificent Seven as our favorite Western. — Khaled Hosseini

We have our stories, and we speak of them, and weave them into other people's stories - that's how it goes, does it not? — Susan Fletcher

Time is a purgatory that has cleansed all fury from my memories. — Sandor Marai

I do not believe in free will. Schopenhauer's words: 'Man can do what he wants, but he cannot will what he wills,' accompany me in all situations throughout my life and reconcile me with the actions of others, even if they are rather painful to me. This awareness of the lack of free will keeps me from taking myself and my fellow men too seriously as acting and deciding individuals, and from losing my temper. — Albert Einstein

You snipe so steady, you snub so snide, so rip and ready to diminish and deride. — Joni Mitchell

Beauty is an experience, nothing else. It is not a fixed pattern or an arrangement of features. It is something felt, a glow or a communicated sense of fineness. — D.H. Lawrence

What is government itself but the greatest of all reflections on human nature? If men were angels, no government would be necessary. If angels were to govern men, neither external nor internal controls on government would be necessary. — James Madison

Steve produced Girls Grow Up Faster Than Boys and one more. Then he and I wrote a few songs together and became good friends. He was a talented producer. — Jimmy Griffin

In most women's lives, everything, even the greatest sorrow, comes down to a question of 'I haven't got a thing to wear'. — Marcel Proust