Revivre Film Quotes & Sayings

He opens his voice, showing me other sunrises he has seen, where the fields turn golden and the Source and his one in particular stood up from their early morning labours to watch it rise, a memory as simple as that, yet covered in joy and loss and love and grief-
And hope. — Patrick Ness

Peace is your priority, not saving the world. That follows that. — Eckhart Tolle

Praise invariably implies a reference to a higher standard. — Aristotle.

There are old mycologists and there are bold mycologists, but there are no old, bold mycologists. — Alexander McCall Smith

When I was young, I expected from people more than they could give: neverending friendship and constant excitement.
Now I expect less than they can actually can give: to stay close silently. And their feelings, friendship, noble deeds always seem like a miracle to me: a true grace. — Albert Camus

I am who I've been pretending to be my whole life. — Jarod Kintz

You must live the life of your dreams. — Lailah Gifty Akita

The disasters of the world are due to its inhabitants not being able to grow old simultaneously. There is always a raw and intolerant nation eager to destroy the tolerant and mellow. — Cyril Connolly

The horror no less than the charm of real life consists precisely in the recurrent actualization of the inconceivable — Aldous Huxley

All the faults of the age come from Christianity and journalism. Christianity, of course, but why journalism? — Frank Harris

I liken the current situation to that of the Starship Enterprise. The shields are up and the Klingons are shooting at us and every time they land a punch they are sapping our power. — Rupert Lowe

Nobody likes children, your mother assured you. That doesn't mean you don't have them. — Junot Diaz

Progress is man's ability to complicate simplicity. — Thor Heyerdahl

We see ourselves as the world's digital library. That can be a lot more than books. We do want to expand to other types of content: sheet music, magazines, user-generated content. — Trip Adler

Where lurk sweet echoes of the dear homevoices, Each note of which calls like a little sister, Those airs slow, slow ascending, as the smokewreaths Rise from the hearthstones of our native hamlets Cyrano Act 5. — Edmond Rostand