Lusitanias Path Quotes & Sayings

When my dad toured in '91, I think my first gig properly was the Tokyo Dome, 50,000 people indoors. That was pretty scary. I was 12, or 13. — Dhani Harrison

When you buy anything with lots of leverage, it does not require a whole lot to go wrong to lose it all. — Barry Ritholtz

The characteristics of the reasoning of crowds are the association of dissimilar things possessing a merely apparent connection between each other, and the immediate generalisation of particular cases. It is arguments of this kind that are always presented to crowds by those who know how to manage them. — Gustave Le Bon

Whenever I have a little time off, I try to go back to my farm in South Africa. I'll spend time with my family and hunt antelope, kudu and springbok. During a 2010 hunting trip, I tore some ligaments in my ankle when I stepped in a hole. — Louis Oosthuizen

It takes a lot to be Dabo Swinney, and not everyone can live this lifestyle. But, boy is it fun. — Dabo Swinney

I'd never get the sound of her screams out of my head, or my heart.
Is this what it meant to be the hero? — April Genevieve Tucholke

What a peculiar civilisation this was: inordinately rich, yet inclined to accrue its wealth through the sale of some astonishingly small and only distantly meaningful things, a civilisation torn and unable sensibly to adjudicate between the worthwhile ends to which money might be put and the often morally trivial and destructive mechanisms of its generation. — Alain De Botton

... where I walked, the frost shaped itself to my will, dancing in the air like music over water. — Eugie Foster

We were so wholly one I had not thought
That we could die apart. I had not thought
That I could move, - and you be stiff and still!
That I could speak, - and you perforce be dumb!
I think our heart-strings were, like warp and woof
In some firm fabric, woven in and out;
Your golden filaments in fair design
Across my duller fibre. — Edna St. Vincent Millay

This - this was our deception, where I wanted to live until the day I died. Where nothing was real but the secrets we whispered in the night. — A.L. Jackson