Paesi Baschi Quotes & Sayings

Why do you love me?"

I sigh at the question I've asked myself frequently over the years. With a quick peck to his lips, I tell him, "Because, in you, I found my heart. — April Brookshire

God planted the seeds of all the trees," continued Hetty, after a moment's pause, "and you see to what a height and shade they have grown! So it is with the Bible. You may read a verse this year, and forget it, and it will come back to you a year hence, when you least expect to remember it. — James Fenimore Cooper

I did miss the music a bit - but only in the wings, when I was waiting to go on. It seemed dreadfully quiet, rather unnerving. But the wonderful thing was that one didn't have to be quite so obsessive about one's health, and one's voice. — Elaine Paige

The face of Truth is not less fair and beautiful for all the counterfeit visors which have been put upon her. — Anthony Ashley Cooper

To be universally liked is to be relatively ignored. — Christian Rudder

Summer is the season when children slam the doors they left open all winter. — Suzanne Woods Fisher

This Cruel Age has deflected me ... — Anna Akhmatova

As long as we're tied to Middle Eastern oil we're tied to Middle Eastern politics. We're hostages to the terrorists and nutcases who want to wipe out Israel and the United States because we support Israel. — Ben Bova

Life is simple: you make choises and you don't look back. — Jiawei Han

You can't change things. That's life. Poor stays poor, rich says rich, and those two, they will never meet. — Antonia Michaelis

There is a strange idea abroad, held by all monetary cranks, that credit is something a banker gives to a man. Credit, on the contrary, is something a man already has. He has it, perhaps, because he already has marketable assets of a greater cash value than the loan for which he is asking. Or he has it because his character and past record have earned it. He brings it into the bank with him. That is why the banker makes him the loan. The banker is not giving something for nothing. — Henry Hazlitt