Palminteri Cookies Quotes & Sayings

It's one of the ironies of investing. The rich can afford to take risks, but they don't need to. The poor need to take risks, but they often can't afford to. — Jonathan Clements

The GNU GPL was not designed to be "open source". — Richard Stallman

The Stormy life can be braved
Only by the heart's
Sunny meditations. — Sri Chinmoy

And I sort of frowned about that, thinking. 'You felt ill this afternoon,' he said, 'because you're getting better. When we're healthy we respond to the presence of the hateful with fear and nausea. You're becoming healthy, that's all. — Anthony Burgess

Even there, in the mines, underground, I may find a human heart in another convict and murderer by my side, and I may make friends with him, for even there one may live and love and suffer. One may thaw and revive a frozen heart in that convict, one may wait upon him for years, and at last bring up from the dark depths a lofty soul, a feeling, suffering creature; one may bring forth an angel, create a hero! There are so many of them, hundreds of them, and we are all to blame for them. [ ... ] If they drive God from the earth, we shall shelter Him underground. — Fyodor Dostoyevsky

As we hone the ability to let go of distraction, to begin again without rancor or judgment, we are deepening forgiveness and compassion for ourselves. And in life, we find we might make a mistake, and more easily begin again, or stray from our chosen course and begin again. — Sharon Salzberg

My phone vibrates in my pocket and I pull it out. James. "What," I answer, annoyed. I don't want his voice on the phone, I want it in my ear.
"Has anyone ever told you how sexy you are when you dance?" A hand comes around my waist and I grab the wrist, twist it, then turn to find myself right up against James, and everything is right again. I lean against him, tip my face toward him.
"Oh, hi," I say.
"Oh, ouch," he says. — Kiersten White

Stories are life," protested Pico. "Without them, books would be only paper and ink, with them they breathe, the reader is drawn in, the stories become him. — Keith Miller