Moroccan Nights Quotes & Sayings

It is not miserable to have a heart, it is miserable to deny it. — Marty Rubin

In the years that followed, I failed her so many times, each time asserting my own will, my right to fall short of expectations. — Amy Tan

I love hip-hop and you can't tell me I'm not a hip-hop artist. — Derek Luke

But if your language is intended to be the medium of an art if you, its user, are an artist and not a reporter, a persuader, a raconteur; if you aren't writing principally to get praise or pay, but wish to avoid the busy avenues of entertainment, to traffic in the tragic maybe, dig down to the deeply serious; then (although there are a few exceptional and contrary cases) you will understand right away how blessed you are by the language you were born with, the language you began to amster in the moment you also started to learn about life, to read the lines on faces, the light in the window which meant milk, the door which deprived you of mother, the half-songs sung by that someone who lonaed you the breast you suckled - the breast you claimed as more than kin. — William H Gass

I believe that the experience of childhood is irretrievable. All that remains, for any of us, is a headful of brilliant frozen moments, already dangerously distorted by the wisdoms of maturity. — Penelope Lively

Because the innovator has for enemies all those who have done well under the old conditions, and lukewarm defenders in those who may do well under the new. — Niccolo Machiavelli

The desire to be desire-less is but another desire. The thought that, because this desire purports to be spiritual, it is superior to more mundane desires shows how skilled the mind is at justifying any desire it is attached to. — Joel Kramer

The bastard even refused to watch E.T.! Who doesn't love E.T., I ask you? — Ernest Cline

As long as you believe it is impossible, you close your mind to understanding it. — Robin Hobb

Poetry is a second translation of the soul's feeling; it must be rendered into thought, and thought must change its nebulous robe of semi-wording into definite language, before it reaches another heart. Music is a first translation of feeling, needing no second, but entering the heart direct. — Frances Ridley Havergal

I know you the way I know my own heart, the way I feel my own pulse. I know what your laugh will be, how you wave good-bye, the crescent of thumbnail you worry between your teeth. I have known you from the second you entered this world, and if I were to leave it now, I would know you still, were I to dust or ash. — Tracy Guzeman

[The Pope] will make the king believe that three are only one, that the bread he eats is not bread ... and a thousand other things of the same kind. — Baron De Montesquieu

She thought she loved, she thought she was full of love. — D.H. Lawrence