Orecchio Quotes & Sayings

Even now, I change my style and clothes from one day to the next, but during high school I blended in. I think a lot of people are that way. I guess that's why I can write about an array of characters. — Cecily Von Ziegesar

We know more about soils of Mars than about soils of Africa — Pedro

Doctors can heal the body, but it is music that uplifts the spirit. — Mother Teresa

For most Black people there is still poverty and desperation. The Ghettos still exist, and the proportion of Blacks in prison is still much greater than Whites. Today, there is less overt racism, but the economic injustices create an "institutional racism" which exists even while more Blacks are in high places, such as Condoleeza Rice in Bush's Administration and Obama running for President. — Howard Zinn

It is boring to have all the answers. Only political people have answers. — Michael Haneke

Waiting is directed at nothing: any object that could gratify it would only efface it. Still, it is not confined to one place, it is not a resigned immobility; it has the endurance of a movement that will never end and would never promise itself the reward of rest; it does not wrap itself in interiority; all of it falls irremediably outside. — Michel Foucault

In that slowly descending darkness as the moon ascended and a gentle breeze blew, I found myself enveloped in that stillness and a strange sort of bliss. I let lay the existential dilemmas somewhere within me for the moment and allowed myself to be immersed in that beyond. Next — G S Subbu

hindsight
is gained
through
experience — Ellen Hopkins

I didn't want someone who would have to force himself to love me or for me to pretend that I loved him back. I had always hoped that love would be mutually instinctual and natural- as easy as breathing — Tina Reber

Go forward while you can, but if your strength fails you, sit down near the road and gaze without anger or envy at those who pass by. They don't have far to go, either. — Ivan Turgenev

The grapes he foraged set my teeth on edge.
I want to hack through their wild vines, dissect
this anger. It's a tangle: steep hill strung
with old foxgrapes among the hardwood, tough
enough to swing from (proto-bungee rush
that's like a fit of rage, adrenalin
alive inside me), or to strangle in.
Vines choke. — Elizabeth Hadaway