Malaparte Villa Quotes & Sayings

Neither a man nor a crowd nor a nation can be trusted to act humanely or to think sanely under the influence of a great fear. — Bertrand Russell

I forgive everyone and ask forgiveness of everyone — Jennifer Niven

My youthful dream of becoming a writer has been realized. I am so pleased I did not let my young self down. — Jack Gantos

I don't think you're crazy at all. I don't want you to think that either. I can't say that I understand what's going through your head, but I can say that I'll be here for you no matter what. If I haven't made it clear, I love you more than anything. — Magan Vernon

Everybody does the same mistake: refusing the means, but wanting the ends. You want peace and harmony in the world, but refuse to have them in yourself. — Sri Nisargadatta Maharaj

The imagination has a power to see into things, to feel into things, to be at one with things anew, so as to produce a new understanding of the object of the imagination.1 Indeed, those sensations and understandings that the imagination can furnish may be so detailed and vivid and complex that we simply lack the words adequately to capture them. In those circumstances, we may 'begin to realize what a huge gap there is between our understanding of what happens around us and inside us, and the words we have at our command to say something about it' (119). — Ronald Barnett

Controversial disputes are a part of democratic culture. — Angela Merkel

Relax - This won't hurt. — Hunter S. Thompson

If you don't have any enemies in life you have never stood up for anything. — Winston Churchill

If there is any person to whom you feel a dislike, that is the person of whom you ought never to speak. — Richard Cecil

[Jess]" ... you were wonderful. Magnificent. Incomparable. Unparalleled. Incredible."
"Oh, stop it!" Addie grinned and blushed, and backed a step with each word, as Jess advanced toward her with each accolade. But on the third step, her back made contact with the ivy wall, and Jess kept moving toward her until he'd pressed her into its soft, green embrace. Then he moved another inch until his Sunday boots straddled her Sunday pumps. — Bailey Bristol