Mostardi Garden Quotes & Sayings

Like everyone else, I was born naked and screaming, waiting for my life to write itself on my skin. — Kat Von D.

Love has no other aim except love itself — Karen Colibri

One's outlook is a part of his virtue. — Amos Bronson Alcott

To know you are on the right road is a fine thing; but to return to it, after being on the wrong one, multiplies its blessing. — Charles S. Price

Give me a platter of choice finnan haddie, freshly cooked in its bath of water and milk, add melted butter, a slice or two of hot toast, a pot of steaming Darjeeling tea, and you may tell the butler to dispense with the caviar, truffles and nightingales' tongues. — Craig Claiborne

Prohibition is the trigger of crime. — Ian Fleming

Many things that human words have upset are set at rest again by the
silence of animals. Animals move through the world like a caravan of
silence. A whole world, that of nature and that of animals, is filled
with silence. Nature and animals seem like protuberances of silence.
The silence of animals and the silence of nature would not be so great
and noble if it were merely a failure of language to materialize.
Silence has been entrusted to the animals and to nature as something
created for its own sake. — Max Picard

I remember passion. — Melina Marchetta

Ah! What would the world be to us If the children were no more? We should dread the desert behind us Worse than the dark before. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Happy people didn't drink themselves to sleep every night. — Louise Penny

Every person has to prepare himself to the point where no place would be burdensome for him. The place may get bored with him, but he will not get bored; he has to get prepared to that extent. Because otherwise these are infinite places; there is no end to the places. Infinite places are there. — Dada Bhagwan

They drove past buses that dripped people the way a sponge drips water, and arrived at a thick forest of human beings, a crowd of people sprouting in all directions like leaves on jungle trees. — Salman Rushdie

It was exhausting being a schizophrenic, which he was still convinced he was. — Meg Wolitzer

It was a gaze that held the comfort of familiarity. There was no mystery, no enigmatic depth, but unrestrained length, the length of years - the laughter of childhood games and Christmas carols of home - lining its pathways with simple, yet easily overlooked, understanding. — Gina Marinello-Sweeney