Nuovo Cinema Paradiso Quotes & Sayings

Always do what you feel deeply in the within to be the true thing to do. — Wallace D. Wattles

From his shoulder on down, the Rat felt the supple weight of her body. An odd sensation, that weight. This being that could love a man, bear children, grow old, and die; to think one whole existence was in this weight. — Haruki Murakami

I don't know what I believe. I guess that makes me a Christmas Tree Agnostic. — Stephanie Perkins

Christmas is a fun theme for a courtroom tale, because like that "Miracle on 34th Street", strange things have been known to happen when Christmas and the law come face to face. — Landis Wade

I do tend to overdo everything. — Gail Porter

There's a lot of music that sounds like it's literally computer-generated, totally divorced from a guy sitting down at an instrument. — Aimee Mann

As for me, I would rather be a worm in a wild apple than a son of man. But we are what we are, and we might remember not to hate any person, for all are vicious; And not to be astonished at any evil, all are deserved; And not to fear death; it is the only way to be cleansed. — Robinson Jeffers

Form as a goal always ends in formalism. For this striving is directed not towards an inside, but towards an outside. But only a living inside has a living outside. — Ludwig Mies Van Der Rohe

She walked to the front door. 'Hello?'
'Hello,' a woman's voice said.
'Are you a Witness?'
'I swear to God I didn't see a thing. — Anne Lamott

BUT IF YOU'RE SMART, YOU'LL LEARN YOUR LESSON WELL. — Stephen Schwartz

I learned from # Hemingway that you could be a # writer and get away with it. — Hunter S. Thompson

Poetry was not meant to be a workhorse; it was not designed to paint pretty moral pictures of life; it was not brought into being to confuse us with cryptograms, or high platitudes, or pompous pretensions. The poet was meant to be a seer; he was designed to run toward the intensities and magnificences of life, to bathe his hands in reality. But where the mystic ran toward Reality in silence and lost himself in it, the poet as soon as he had experienced it, ran back toward humanity crying the good news and putting it into shimmering webs of words. — Francis Beauchesne Thornton