Pirineus Quotes & Sayings

You deserve the same love that you are willing to give — Keysha Jade

Hurry home, darling," she said. "Hurry home." And how's that for a man to have! When I hung up, I stood by the phone all weak and leaky and happy if there is such a condition. I tried to think how it had been before Mary, and I couldn't remember, or how it would be without her, and I could not imagine it except that it would be a condition bordered in black. — John Steinbeck

The world is full of resonances. It constitutes a cosmos of things exerting a spiritual action. The dead matter is a living spirit. — Wassily Kandinsky

It's the Power of the Almighty, the Splendor of Nature, and then you. — Al Franken

Languages are the pedigree of nations. — Samuel Johnson

All what is existing already existed. We are together for a while pondering in agile world. — Santosh Kalwar

4 Hours, 48 Minutes and 19 Seconds here the point is that everything is possible. — Deyth Banger

Let us run to Mary, and, as her little children, cast ourselves into her arms with a perfect confidence. — Saint Francis De Sales

THE MOCKINGBIRD All summer the mockingbird in his pearl-gray coat and his white-windowed wings flies from the hedge to the top of the pine and begins to sing, but it's neither lilting nor lovely, for he is the thief of other sounds - whistles and truck brakes and dry hinges plus all the songs of other birds in his neighborhood; mimicking and elaborating, he sings with humor and bravado, so I have to wait a long time for the softer voice of his own life to come through. He begins by giving up all his usual flutter and settling down on the pine's forelock then looking around as though to make sure he's alone; then he slaps each wing against his breast, where his heart is, and, copying nothing, begins easing into it as though it was not half so easy as rollicking, as though his subject now was his true self, which of course was as dark and secret as anyone else's, and it was too hard - perhaps you understand - to speak or to sing it to anything or anyone but the sky. — Mary Oliver

There was nowhere to sit except the bunk, which was covered with rotting food, and a wooden stool, upon which sat a large fur-covered lump - an old cheese, perhaps, or a dead cat. — Dave Barry

What a world of trouble those who never marry escape! There are many happy matches, it is true, and sometimes "my dear," and "my love" come from the heart; but what sensible bachelor, rejoicing in his freedom and years of discretion, will run the tremendous risk? — Mark Twain