Provvedimento Quotes & Sayings

[ ... ] the beginning of things, of a world especially is necessarily vague, tangled, chaotic, and exceedingly disturbing. — Kate Chopin

Not really. I'm tired and I'd like to go to bed."
"At last, we agree on something." He moved toward her.
"Oh, no, you don't. I'm saving myself for my future husband."
"Thank you."
"It won't be you," she told him doggedly. "I'm not crazy enough to think that. You aren't a marrying man, remember? You don't want commitment."
"I don't know what I want anymore," he muttered.
"Well, I do," she said. "I want to go home."
"To a lonely apartment in Chicago?"
"It won't be lonely long," she assured him. "I'm going to start my very own lonely hearts chapter."
"Over my dead body."
"Nobody would want to meet over your old dead body. — Diana Palmer

The disease that knowledge brings is arrogance, and the disease that worship brings is showing off — Ibn Taymiyyah

But virtue never will be mov'd,
Though lewdness court it in a shape of heaven. — William Shakespeare

Also consider this: how can you defend paying wages so low that your full-time employees qualify for food stamps, housing assistance and medical? — Marta Tandori

The only thing that could soothe and calm me during this era was music. That's continued to be true throughout my life. My mother would put my sister and me to bed and turn on the radio to sing us to sleep. There was something very comforting about being in a dark, cold room with Prince, Tina Turner, Cyndi Lauper, or Madonna playing quietly. I didn't have to think about anything - the music took me away from myself and I got lost in it. I needed it like a drug. I felt disconnected and alone, and I realized around this time that things would never get better. It got so bad that I would pretend to be sick at school just so I could come home and lie in bed listening to music. It was like being adrift on the ocean at night. I still have trouble falling asleep without music now. — Damien Echols

Through thick and thin, we're brothers to the bitter end. And if you're going to hell, buddy, I'm driving the bus. — Sherrilyn Kenyon