Rivettatrice Quotes & Sayings

That is where homeland is. In that shifting space, kinfolk know one another by secret signs; and wherever kinfolk meet, homeland soil coalesces about their feet in the mysterious way that coral cays, like seabirds pausing in flight, anchor themselves to the Barrier Reef. — Janette Turner Hospital

But the human mind, when it reaches the bottom of the abyss, must bounce back or disintegrate entirely. — Edward Bunker

Would you just fall in love with me already so I can stop acting normal. — Van Krishna

You don't judge a tree by the name it Wears, you judge a tree by the fruit it Bears. — R.v.m.

You think you're lost but you're not lost on your own. You're not alone. I will stand by you, I will help you through when you've done all you can do.
If you can't cope, I will dry your eyes
I will fight your fight, I will hold you tight and I wont let go — Rascal Flatts

He learned about life at sixteen, first from Dostoevsky and then from the whores of New Orleans. — Richard Brautigan

Most of our failures in understanding one another have less to do with what is heard than with what is intended and what is inferred. — George Armitage Miller

Lying on her side, the warm fire at her feet, Helen's laughter died away as Lucas suddenly went from tuning to playing.
It was like an orchestra in an instrument.
He played with both hands-not one hand picking and the other holding down strings-but with both hands so that it sounded like more than one guitar was playing. Sometimes he hit the strings to make them hum like a harp, and sometimes he hit the body of the guitar like a drum to add bass and keep time. It was the most fascinating thing Helen had ever watched, like Lucas had a dozen voices in his head, all singing the same song, and he'd figured a way to make them come out of ten fingers.
Helen looked at his face and could tell why he loved it. It was like thinking for him, only this was a puzzle that he could share with her as he solved it.
He'd walked into her head when he'd come to her world. And she'd walked into his when she finally heard him play.
It was heaven. — Josephine Angelini

If your thoughts are universal, you visit every house, every window, like the Moon on the sky! — Mehmet Murat Ildan