Macerata Opera Quotes & Sayings

Our thoughts and perceptions are our god.
Our true inner awareness is the purest temple,
where I worship every day for the divine. — Debasish Mridha

I was blessed with blonde hair and a baby face - well, I don't know if you'd call that blessed - I don't even remember when I started shaving. — Clay Matthews III

Why do people hate God? ... One, they hate the moral standard. Two, they hate the way he's transforming the world even in the midst of suffering and tragedy. — Kirk Cameron

The latest spin on the Marvel comic-book hero delivers the popcorn goods. — Peter Travers

Third, only two persons of the opposite sex can fulfill the procreative purposes of marriage. — Kevin DeYoung

If you get your education, then you've got your platform set up for you. — Phil Hill

Man's word is his wand filled with magic and power! Man comes into the world financed by God, with all that he desires or requires already on his pathway. This supply is released through faith and the Spoken Word. If thou canst believe, all things are possible. — Florence Scovel Shinn

All those wasted and squandered years when I did nothing but go around looking inside myself until I ended up alone even though I was surrounded by people. But I paid attention only to what was happenstance about them - not their true selves. — Sigrid Undset

If your movies don't perform, they just stop calling you. — Matt Damon

My brother is a very bad policeman. So ... you're coming to school, right?" Doug
"Nnnnnnno." Zoey
"Come so you can be around people," Doug coaxed. "I don't think you should be alone today."
"I think I definitely should." Zoey
"Come so I won't worry about you." Doug ;] — Jennifer Echols

She'd barely survived him the first time. Playing emotional roulette with him now was dangerous. Even if it felt damn good to be in his arms again. — Catherine Bybee

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Tonight I came back to the hotel alone; the other has decided to return later on. The anxieties are already here, like the poison already prepared (jealousy, abandonment, restlessness); they merely wait for a little time to pass in order to be able to declare themselves with some propriety. I pick up a book and take a sleeping pill, "calmly." The silence of this huge hotel is echoing, indifferent, idiotic (faint murmur of draining bathtubs); the furniture and the lamps are stupid; nothing friendly that might warm ("I'm cold, let's go back to Paris). Anxiety mounts; I observe its progress, like Socrates chatting (as I am reading) and feeling the cold of the hemlock rising in his body; I hear it identify itself moving up, like an inexorable figure, against the background of the things that are here. — Roland Barthes

I like complaining. It's every soldier's sacred right, — Jim Butcher