Modellino Maserati Quotes & Sayings

Manstein is a man of illusions ... He believes Hitler will listen to facts. — Erwin Rommel

It is not enough to succeed. Others must fail. — Daniel C. Dennett

The king stood in a pool of blue light, unmoored. — Emily St. John Mandel

Since Henry Miller's Tropic books, of course, it has become difficult to talk sensibly about girls' c*nts. — Martin Amis

Among all the emotions, the rich have the least talent for love. It is possible to love one's dog, dress or duck-shooting hat, but a human being presents a more difficult problem. The rich might wish to experience feelings of affection, but it is almost impossible to chip away the enamel of their narcissism. They take up all the space in all the mirrors in the house. Their children, who represent the most present and therefore the most annoying claim on their attention, usually receive the brunt of their irritation. — Lewis H. Lapham

Jena took a seat on the sofa, and Cole found himself with another dilemma. Should he sit next to her or take the other chair? Such a decision shouldn't feel momentous, but it did. It felt as momentous as a choice between the past and the future.
It felt like a choice between friendship and maybe more than friendship.
He sat next to her on the sofa. — Susannah Sandlin

Can anything be stupider than that a man has the right to kill me because he lives on the other side of a river and his ruler has a quarrel with mine, though I have not quarrelled with him? — Blaise Pascal

The positive nature of some child-adult sexual relationships is not confined to non-Western cultures. Several of my friends - gay and straight, male and female - had sex with adults from the ages of nine to 13. None feel they were abused. All say it was their conscious choice and gave them great joy. — Peter Tatchell

We're all from the past and we're all from the future, depending on the point of reference. — Cuthbert Soup

Why, you are so eaten up with pride and vanity that you'll end by eating up one another, that's what I prophecy. — Fyodor Dostoyevsky

The way he said it spoke of an ache I recognized. I knew that no matter how similar they were, no two losses were the same, but despite his loss being from a different circumstance, I felt his sadness as my own. We sat there in silence with my hand resting in his. My bandage told its own stories while we remembered the girl who taught Randolf such a valuable lesson about the small turning into the large. — J.D. Brewer