Rivoltare Quotes & Sayings

Oh come on, you did it yourself when you saw the billboard at the airport. 'Ugh! Blue hair! How tasteless!' When you did that, you identified, you categorized that character as belonging to the Other. And once you have done that, attacking it, murdering it, becomes easier. Perhaps even an urgent need. — Neal Stephenson

To him, money was like the toy bank notes in Monopoly: he wanted it, not for what it could buy, but because it was needed to play the game — Ken Follett

You might be a redneck if you have flowers planted in a bathroom appliance in your front yard. — Jeff Foxworthy

Although whites were more likely to be guilty of carrying drugs, they were far less likely to be viewed as suspicious, resulting in relatively few stops, searches, and arrests of whites. The — Michelle Alexander

Goldman Sachs did not leave the house before it began to burn; it was merely the first to dash through the exit - and then it closed the door behind it. — Michael Lewis

A Rook is of the value of five Pawns and a fraction, and may be exchanged for a minor Piece and two Pawns. Two Rooks may be exchanged for three minor Pieces. — Howard Staunton

Why is it we are not constantly awed by the size and majesty of the universe?" "Habit," he said. "We are accustomed to it. I suppose if we had been blind from birth - in both eyes - and could suddenly see, we would be so overwhelmed by a night like this that we would either gaze upward at it until dawn or else cling to the earth, afraid that we were about to fall off. Or perhaps we would simply assume that we were at the center of it all and the lords of all we beheld." The — Mary Balogh

But for that thank you.
The fact that someone saw her was the beginning. — Nicola Yoon

What Emily Dickinson does not rename or redefine, she revises beyond easy recognition. — Harold Bloom

And I looked, held prisoner, bound to him. Looked, as he dropped the last of his masks, and showed me the depths of himself, and the wounds of his soul. I would have wept for his hurt, and for mine, had I been able. But his eyes held mine, tearless and open, boundless as the salt sea. His body held mine captive, driving me before his strength, like the west wind in the sails of a bark. And I voyaged into him,as he into me ... — Diana Gabaldon

Whenever someone tells me he dreamed, I wonder if he realizes that he has never done anything but dream. — Fernando Pessoa