Miraldino Quotes & Sayings

You're afraid he'll leave you and you'll fall apart. You don't know that you can get along without him and you're afraid to find out because then your whole potty theory will come tumbling down. You'll have to stop thinking of yourself as weak and dependent and you hate that. — Erica Jong

There is no piece of music that could relate to anything else but itself and its world. It is truly an independent. The one thing coplanar with music is the compositional aspect, the fact that you are composing something. Architecture is essentially a score, and what happens with it depends on the people who play it, enjoy it, use it, or hate it. — Rafael Vinoly

It is almost a matter of no account how far Marguerite will penetrate, whether she will ever be brought back or whether she will fall a prey to some wandering tramp - the sleepwalking of the infinite has seized upon her and never more will let her go. — Hermann Broch

The single most outwardly identifiable trait demonstrated by a winning human being is that of positive self-expectation- which is pure and simple optimism. — Denis Waitley

Cocksucker! You're a fucking Cocksucker, Grif! My Cocksucker! — Joseph Lance Tonlet

At certain times each year, we journalists do almost nothing except apply for the Pulitzers and several dozen other major prizes. During these times you could walk right into most newsrooms and commit a multiple axe murder naked, and it wouldn't get reported in the paper because the reporters and editors would all be too busy filling out prize applications. — Dave Barry

Existence is random. Has no pattern save what we imagine after staring at it for too long. No meaning save what we choose to impose. — Alan Moore

a risk. Do something drastic. Fall in love. — Toni Aleo

I knew I had found my angel at last and I would hold onto her with everything I had. — Raine Miller

You are in control of your life, when you refuse to be provoke. — Lailah Gifty Akita

They made love until Chris had to leave for the airport, without sleeping at all. After Chris had left, wearing wrinkled jeans and Xander's sweat and seed on his skin, Xander flopped back onto the bed and looked miserably at the clock. — Amy Lane

In my grandmother's house there was always chicken soup
And talk of the old country
mud and boards,
Poverty,
The snow falling down and necks of lovers. — Louis Simpson

What's past is prologue, and the world awaits. — Lisa Mantchev