Prato Fiorito Quotes & Sayings

We're as average as everyday's wash. — Darrell Royal

I cannot tell my heart what to feel. — Kady Cross

The traditions of the dead generations weigh like a nightmare upon the living. — Karl Marx

The more I see of dogs, the more I like children. — Winifred Holtby

Certainly if I were to think in terms of a field that would have required a different mode of education, I think I would have leaned in the direction of being a therapist. And without the education, or a different kind of education, I think my first choice would be a landscape architect. I love to garden. — Jill McCorkle

When Chris was ten, we pushed him down the stairs. This was twice as entertaining. — Brigid Kemmerer

I have never felt a placard and a poem are in any way similar. — Kristin Hunter

If you think of memory not just as looking back but as being aware of time and how it passes and what the passage of it feels like, then there is something about being in motion that does cause it. Through some sleight of mind, physical forward motion makes time seem visible. Which causes me to think that maybe the unnatural speed of cars and jets actually creates nostalgia. Because the simplest way to block out the strangeness of time passing before your eyes is to fix it in place, to edit it down to monuments or potted plants. Like, — Adam Haslett

... I am left with less
than one drop of my blood that does not tremble.
I recognize the the signs of the old flame. — Dante Alighieri

We approach Scripture with minds already formed by the mass of accepted opinions and viewpoints with which we have come into contact, in both the Church and the world ... It is easy to be unaware that it has happened; it is hard even to begin to realize how profoundly tradition in this sense has moulded us. — J.I. Packer

I promised you that i would always find you, didn't I? — B. Alston

Dad? Dad, no. No. I can't. I can't. Why are you saying these things?"
"Because I can't stand watching all that loneliness that lives inside you. — Benjamin Alire Saenz

Autumn glows upon us like a splendid evening; it is the very sunset of the year ... — Mary Russell Mitford