Marcacci Meat Quotes & Sayings

Patience is the key to joy. — Rumi

The need to prove who you are will vanish once you know who you are. — Danielle Pierre

The best thing to do is always keep randomly generated passwords everywhere and use a password tool to manage it, and then you don't have to remember those passwords at all, just the master password that unlocks the database. — Kevin Mitnick

O Lord gives us grace to obey your great Laws. — Lailah Gifty Akita

I was a disadvantaged child from a non-educated family, yet I had the advantage of being in the company of great teachers. — A. P. J. Abdul Kalam

I wouldn't go into the studio if I didn't have a band who's ready, willing, and able. — Cass McCombs

People who can't imagine order without imposition always end up favoring power over liberty. — Jeffrey Tucker

Table talk, to be perfect, should be sincere without bigotry, differing without discord, sometimes grave, always agreeable, touching on deep points, dwelling most on seasonable ones, and letting everybody speak and be heard. — Leigh Hunt

My cell buzzed midstorm with a text from Soul that said, We are here. See lights in house. No answer at door. NO DOOR. Please advise. Are wet.
I chuckled and texted back, Side gate. Enter through window. To the guys, I said, "Soul's back and she must be human because she can text. And she's not alone, and she's wet. Oh. And she noted that we have no front door."
"She's clearly got mad powers of observation even when she's a dragon," Alex said. — Faith Hunter

Moses?" I said softly.
"Yeah?" His eyes lifted from the canvas briefly.
"There's a new law in Georgia."
"Does it directly contradict one of the laws of Moses?"
"Yes. Yes it does," I confessed.
"Hmm. Let's hear it." He set his brush down, wiped his hands on a cloth and approached the bed where I was positioned, draped in a sheet like a Rubenesque Madonna. I learned the term from him, and he seemed to think it was a good thing.
"Thou shall not paint," I commanded sternly. He leaned over me, one knee on the bed, his strong arms bracketing my head, and I turned slightly, looking up at him.
"Ever?" He smiled. I watched his head descend and his lips brushed mine. But his golden-green eyes stayed open, watching me as he kissed me. My toes curled and my eyes fluttered, the sensation of lips tasting lips pulling me under.
"No. Not ever, just sometimes," I sighed.
"Just when I'm in Georgia? — Amy Harmon

The first thing I went out for was 'The Sopranos' and I got it, so that's how it happened. I hate to say it like that because I wait for calls now. — Vanessa Ferlito

Man be my metaphor', — Dylan Thomas