Sabione Quotes & Sayings

If thy words be too luxuriant, confine them, lest they confine thee; he that thinks he never can speak enough may easily speak too much. A full tongue and an empty brain are seldom parted. — Francis Quarles

Players from the Dominican Republic have a history of not playing well in cold weather ... The ball hurts their hands when they make contact. — Grady Little

He wants to enslave you.'
'I shudder at the thought of being free. — Oscar Wilde

Do not pay too much attention to the advice or suggestions of those around you. — Wallace D. Wattles

If I was gay, there would be no closet. You would never see the closet I came out of. Why? Because I'd have burned it for kindling by the time I was twelve ... If I was gay, at this stage of the game?age 37, aging alternative icon?I'd be taking out ads. — Henry Rollins

Language is a more recent technology. Your body language, your eyes, your energy will come through to your audience before you even start speaking. — Peter Guber

I'm always looking in the lighting to tell the story in a different way than it actually looks in real life because it's, for me, more contrast sometimes has to mean it's softer than normal. — Vilmos Zsigmond

Oh, what a void there is in things. — Persius

I either want to be completely recovered or completely emaciated. It's the in between that I can't stand, the limbo of failure where you know that you haven't done your best at one or the other: dying or living. — Marya Hornbacher

But if capitalism had built up science as a productive force, the very character of the new mode of production was serving to make capitalism itself unnecessary. — John Desmond Bernal

burning with curiosity — Lewis Carroll

We are almost always guilty of the hate we encounter. — Luc De Clapiers

And right action is freedom from past and future also.
For most of us, this is the aim never to be realized. Who are only undefeated because we have gone on trying. The Dry Salvages — T. S. Eliot

It's not that he lacked poetry. But his poetry was of the body, not the mind. He spoke it in the way he moved, the way he held a hammer, rowed a boat, built a fire. I, on the other hand, was like a brain in a box, a beating heart in a coal scuttle. — Meg Rosoff