Mondragone Restaurant Quotes & Sayings

Then there is a still higher type of courage - the courage to brave pain, to live with it, to never let others know of it and to still find joy in life; to wake up in the morning with an enthusiasm for the day ahead. — Howard Cosell

Freedom to think requires not only freedom of expression but also freedom from the threat of orthodoxy and being outcast and ostracized. — Helen Foster Snow

Who are you if nobody knows your story? — Thisuri Wanniarachchi

I see that,' I said. I thought I did. 'But every case is different. And anyway, you can't learn from other people's mistakes.'
'Not unless you're very clever,' said Dexter sadly. — Tania Kindersley

Experience is never limited, and it is never complete; it is an immense sensibility, a kind of huge spider-web of the finest silken threads suspended in the chamber of consciousness, and catching every air-borne particle in its tissue. — Henry James

That's the problem with being born in New York, the old newsman observed a little sadly. You've got no New York to run away to. — Amor Towles

Do you ever get a panicky feeling that nobody cares if you live or die? (A husband will often care decisively, one way or another.) — Sandra Gould

We called him Barney for short. We couldn't use his real name, there wasn't time. — Mark Twain

I've polished up stories for their reprinted appearances. I guess there's always something to be changed or improved, but one could get carried away and work on one story indefinitely. I'm too restless for that, too eager to begin the next one. — Jeffrey Thomas

You are what you love, not what loves you. — Charlie Kaufman

...the past shooting out at me like sparrows for the hedgerow, startling and inescapable. — Paula Hawkins

Watch carefully. In forty formidable bosoms we are about to create a climacteric of emotion. In one short speech - or maybe two - I propose to steer your women through excitement, superiority, contempt and anger: we shall have a little drama; just, awful and poetic, spread with uncials and full, as the poet said, of fruit and seriosity. Will they thank me, I wonder? — Dorothy Dunnett