Passeios A Cavalo Quotes & Sayings

I remember the sights and sounds and smells of home because the memory of home is the thing that never leaves us. — Wyatt Cooper

Telling someone who's crying not to cry
is the same as telling someone who's falling not to fall. — Tablo

If you are asking me, am I going to be sort of saying 'oh well 'God's told me to do this and do that' well of course that's not the case. — Andrea Leadsom

Situations emerge in the process of creative destruction in which many firms may have to perish that nevertheless would be able to live on vigorously and usefully if they could weather a particular storm. — Joseph A. Schumpeter

Lack of harmony comes when I feel that I know how to do something better than you. Lack of harmony is the song and dance of superiority. Because everybody feels superior, disharmony at every moment is entering into our lives. — Sri Chinmoy

I'm making a record that's half stripped down acoustic which is the way I perform a lot and half of it is very produced. It's really hard to keep music simple but I was trying to keep it simple and focus on one or two instruments and vocals. — Lisa Loeb

I know the difference between black magic and white magic. — Tina Turner

I don't think I'm crazy, but then again, define crazy. — J. Lincoln Fenn

Our fate is something which exists outside ourselves, and which once revealed expresses the meaning of our lives. Apart, however, from soothsayers who claim to have a means of foretelling exactly what will befall us, this kind of fate is only normally revealed after a life has ended. Only then can the meaning of that life be understood. — Andrew Gamble

Listening with absorbed attention more to her voice than to what she was saying, and thinking how like she was, flowering through her voice into beauty in the darkness, to some butterflies he had come across in the Swiss mountains the summer before. When they were folded up they were grey, mothlike creatures that one might easily overlook, but directly they opened their wings they became the loveliest things in the world, all rose-colour or heavenly blue. So had she been to him in the daylight that afternoon,
an ordinary woman, not in any way noticeable; but now listen to her, opening into beauty on the wings of her voice! — Elizabeth Von Arnim