Mocco Bistro Quotes & Sayings

If Hero means sincere man, why may not every one of us be a Hero? — Thomas Carlyle

Show me one man who knows his own heart, to him I shall belong. — Jewel

The bicycle is the most civilized conveyance known to man. Other forms of transport grow daily more nightmarish. Only the bicycle remains pure in heart. — Iris Murdoch

Under the sun the couple presented smiles to the world. Under the moon, they were lost in thought: and so they had quietly passed the years. — Soseki Natsume

Regardless what technology is, I like analog too. — Lou Gramm

A woman and a man are like the sheet and the quilt. Since we happen to be the quilts, we need to have clean sheets. — Mehmet Murat Ildan

Some scents sparkle and then quickly disappear, like the effervescence of ctirus zestor a bright note of mint. — Deborah Lawrenson

Now I'm doing a film festival for kids and writing a script about a kidnapped journalist in Afghanistan. — Olivia Wilde

Yeah, I'm really worried. OK, so what's left on the big, big list of things I have to get done before I go insane or the world comes to end, whichever comes first? — Katie MacAlister

September 11 impressed upon us that life is a precious gift. Every life has a purpose. And I think we all have a duty to devote at least a small portion of our daily lives to ensuring that neither America nor the world ever forgets September 11. — Bill Frist

The missing crowds make you lonely. You begin to complain about all the people you could be meeting. But no one listens or sympathizes with you, because this is precisely what you chose when you were alive. — David Eagleman

Our destruction, should it come at all, will be from ... the inattention of the people to the concerns of their government, from their carelessness and negligence. — Daniel Webster

With memories of gravestones, of combing fingers through tangled hair, I wonder too ... If the rent in the canvas of our life backdrop, the losses that puncture our world, and our own emptiness, might actually become places to see.
To see through to God.
That which tears open our souls, those holes which splatter sight, they actually become the thin, open places to see through the mess of this place to the heart aching beauty beyond. To him. To the god whom we endlessly crave.
But how? How do we choose to allow the holes to become seeing through to collect places? How do I give up resentment for gratitude, anger for spilling joy, so focus for God communion. To fully live to fully live grace enjoy with all that is beauty internal it is possible — Ann Voskamp