Pinelli Estate Quotes & Sayings

Anyone who says forty is the new twenty can suck it - if they can bend over enough to reach it. It's more like the new ninety, because you're now seriously pondering when Death will ring your doorbell in the form of those everyday pains and aches that now torture your once hot, tight body. — Christine Zolendz

When all the suns and nebulae have passed away, each one of you will still be alive. — C.S. Lewis

Europe is no longer Europe, it is Eurabia, a colony of Islam, where the Islamic invasion does not proceed only in a physical sense, but also in a mental and cultural sense. — Oriana Fallaci

All Language Is Defined By The Spirit. — Paul De Aragon

Laughter always forgives. — Martin Amis

I wasn't a trained Mickey Mouse club performer. I played in jazz clubs and restaurants. — Norah Jones

Well, rest assured, Doc, that my team will not disregard you because you're a woman. We'll just do it because you talk shit.' The woman offered her a cold stare. 'Now, that was a joke.' 'Oh, got it, Brummie humour.' 'Oh no, no, no and talk like that will get you killed. The Black Country is most definitely not Birmingham.' And that wasn't a joke. — Angela Marsons

I think one of the great problems we have in the Republican Party is that we don't encourage you to be nasty. We encourage you to be neat, obedient, loyal and faithful and all those Boy Scout words, which would be great around a campfire but are lousy in politics. — Newt Gingrich

Memorization is not as vital a discipline as fulfilling curiosity with research and reasoning ... Internet and Google literacy should be taught to help students vet facts and judge reliability. — Jeff Jarvis

Happiness comes from the dissolution of the mind, not from external objects. Through meditation we can achieve everything including bliss, health, strength, intelligence and vitality. But it should be practiced properly in solitude and with care. — Mata Amritanandamayi

A half-naked, betel-chewing pessimist stood upon the bank of the tropical river, on the edge of the still and immense forests; a man angry, powerless, empty-handed, with a cry of bitter discontent ready on his lips; a cry that, had it come out, would have rung through the virgin solitudes of the woods as true, as great, as profound, as any philosophical shriek that ever came from the depths of an easy chair to disturb the impure wilderness of chimneys and roofs. — Joseph Conrad