Pollino Brothers Quotes & Sayings

Lou Reed is unimpressed by applause, and lives a life detached from custom. His stare is cold and his romanticism is brutal. His songs are half-sung melodies of menace. He might drop dead any second, and is therefore the real thing. Examined ravenously like a museum exhibit, Lou Reed is evidently spiked to excess, and strangely loveable. — Morrissey

Despairing Dido, queen of ancient Carthage, slain by her own hand as her magnificent lover Aeneas lifts anchor and sails away forever: this is one of the most haunting and permanent images of the classical world. — Thomas Cahill

When I catch sight of my reflection in the mirror, — Magda Alexander

We live in a world of fortune and luxury, yet how poor and sad we are at times. — Rachel Hauck

Laws which prescribe what everyone must believe, and forbid men to say or write anything against this or that opinion, are often passed to gratify, or rather to appease the anger of those who cannot abide independent minds. — Baruch Spinoza

I made so many mistakes in my first successful business I'm almost embarrassed to recount them. — James Altucher

Longevity is not whether or not you break, it is how well you recover and repair when you do. — Mehmet C. Oz

[The consumer is] the supreme mover of economic order ... for whom all goods are made and towards whom all economic activity is directed. — Kenneth E. Boulding

Atheists have as much conscience, possibly more, than people with deep religious conviction, and they still have the same problem of how they reconcile themselves to a bad deed in the past. It's a little easier if you've got a god to forgive you. — Ian McEwan

Popular fiction's a strong and viable force in literature. That's why it's popular. — Nora Roberts

No matter what everybody says, ultimately these things can harm us only by the way we react to them. — Moliere

The word landed with a stony thud
Onto my still-beating breast.
Nevermind, I was prepared,
I will manage with the rest.
I have a lot of work to do today;
I need to slaughter memory,
Turn my living soul to stone
Then teach myself to live again ...
But how. The hot summer rustles
Like a carnival outside my window;
I have long had this premonition
Of a bright day and a deserted house. — Anna Akhmatova

And how I flattered myself
From time to time with proving to myself
Nothing in you could be unknown to me.
You don't belong to the mind's calculations,
And you disproved each of my demonstrations,
Since to be unexpected is your truth. — Yevgeny Yevtushenko