Pedrinelli Restaurant Quotes & Sayings

The best time to cry is at night, when the lights are out and someone is being beaten up and screaming for help. — Walter Dean Myers

Music is the ultimate teacher. — Wassily Kandinsky

You can't be that good; you work for me. — Lewis Carroll

I know you may not believe it, but the last thing I want to do is hurt you or do anything that would make you regret that we've met.
- Jeremy — Nicholas Sparks

Even now I don't consider myself skinny, but I have put a lot of hard work into my body over the years, and in the process, I've really learned to love myself. — Kelly Osbourne

I shouldn't tell you this, but I've been having these weird dreams like every single night for three weeks now where I'm being contacted. Not by ghosts, exactly, but people from other histories, where things turned out differently than they did here. And they're all envious. And they all say: You are so lucky. You live in the best of all possible worlds. And you don't even know it. — Dexter Palmer

We had common interests in the beauty of the French language. We both had a tremendous love of jazz. We shared dreams of getting married and having a family, living in the country, leading an idyllic life. — David Amram

He had a curious hunted walk, like that of a destitute diabetic in a strange city. — Samuel Beckett

Actually, she smelled like some kind of confection. It was a distinctive mix of sugar cookie and ocean. — J.M. Madden

Work on one thing at a time until finished. — Henry Miller

The tinkle of a wind chime stirred from over a window. Purple and white phlox cascaded cheerfully over the top of a nearby stone wall. Sunlight sifted through the weave of her straw hat, casting freckles of light on her nose and cheeks that shifted, out of focus, as she walked. — Caragh M. O'Brien

Her stare was like a small room he couldn't get out of. — Jane Smiley

It is foolish to pluck out one's hair for sorrow, as if grief could be assuaged by baldness.
[Lat., Stultum est in luctu capillum sibi evellere, quasi calvito maeror levaretur.] — Marcus Tullius Cicero

All good art is in the nature of a letter written to amuse a sick friend. Too much art, particularly in our time, is only a letter written to oneself. — W. H. Auden