Mattinata Pavarotti Quotes & Sayings

I think of the presence and of the habits of mortals in this so fluid stream, and reflect that I was among them, striving to see all things just as I see them at this very moment. I then placed Wisdom in the eternal station which now is ours. But from here all is unrecognizable. Truth is before us, and we no longer understand anything at all. — Paul Valery

If intellect and will are correctly centered, the emotional life takes on harmony. — Richard Wilhelm

So labour at your Alphabet,
For by that learning shall you get
To lands where Fairies may be met. — Andrew Lang

It's so clear to me now: the memorizing of a fake prayer, the symbolization of objects, the struggle to relate to the invisible - I needed a religion. I was lost. — Sloane Crosley

You couldn't really like a bad guitar in 1960 'cause everybody was pretty good. — Jakob Dylan

It was a sort of love few other people could understand. It was total and it was overwhelming and it could be cruel. — Cassandra Clare

perhaps it is only that sometimes misery seems to ease when spread about, or that spreading it seems to provide some purpose to the misery. — Daniel Polansky

It was my dream that screwed up, the stupid hearthside idea that it would be wonderful to follow one great red line across America instead of trying various roads and routes. — Jack Kerouac

Baby don't do this." He whispered the words. Why did he thought if she cried she'd feel better? It was too much, too much sorrow for her. He pulled her beneath him, lying over her, somehow trying with his body to protect her from the ggrief.
She came awake, her eyes wide, black. Swimming with tears. "Nicholas? What is it?" He touched his face, the lines of worry there.
"You're crying, honey. I thought it would be good for you to cry, but not like this, not in your sleep where I can't share it with you."
"I can't be crying." Dahlia wiped at the tears on her face with a kind of horror. "I never cry."
"You are crying."
"I can't stop." She looked desperate. "Make me stop, Nicholas, Make it stop. — Christine Feehan

As inscribed on John Keats' tombstone:
This Grave
contains all that was Mortal,
of a
YOUNG ENGLISH POET,
Who
on his Death Bed,
in the Bitterness of his Heart,
at the Malicious Power of his Enemies
Desired
these Words to be engraven on his Tomb Stone:
"Here lies One
Whose Name was writ in Water."
Feb 24 1821 — John Keats

Once all struggle is grapsed, miracles are possible. — Mao Zedong

You can't fake creativity, competence, or sexual arousal. — Douglas Coupland

I have heard African lions roar and the hacksaw cough of leopards just outside my safari tent, but neither of these is as haunting, as unsettling, as the savage symphony of gray wolves on a cold, still, northern night. — Erwin A. Bauer

I follow my nose. It's as simple as that. — Tilda Swinton