Santelia Fiumerapido Quotes & Sayings

Truly, we live with mysteries too marvelous to be understood. How grass can be nourishing in the mouths of the lambs. How rivers and stones are forever in allegiance with gravity while we ourselves dream of rising. — Mary Oliver

What kind of performance would your car deliver if every morning before you left for work you scooped up a double handful of dirt and put it into your crankcase? That fine engine would soon be a mess, unable to do what you want it to do. — David J. Schwartz

If you do an interview in 1960, something it's bound to change by the year 2000. And if it doesn't, then there's something drastically wrong. — John Hurt

If a book isn't at least somewhat polarizing, it didn't say anything of value.
[Blog entry - November 1, 2014] — Ilona Andrews

Georgie pretended to dance. She clung to Neal's shirt. They rubbed their noses together. "You're my wife," Neal said, and then he laughed, and she tried to catch his dimples with her teeth. (Like if she caught them she might get to keep them.)
"Yours," she said. — Rainbow Rowell

He's at ease, his body sculpted to the music, his shoulder searching the other shoulder, his right toe knowing the left knee, the height, the depth, the form, the control, the twist of his wrist, the bend of his elbow, the tilt of his neck, notes digging into arteries, and he is in the air now, forcing the legs up beyond muscular memory, one last press of the thighs, an elongation of form, a loosening of human contour, he goes higher and is skyheld. — Colum McCann

That was the danger of nostalgia, Drizzt realized. One often remembered the good of the past while forgetting the troubles. — R.A. Salvatore

No matter what vision one has of South Africa, the first thing that must be done is to destroy racism. — Joe Slovo

In the past, America had slaves. Now it has the work ethic. — Marty Rubin

I don't want--to go--I don't want--to leave you--Eden-- — Marie Lu

His letters dwell on me. I carry them around because they are long and detailed, because they remind me of my worthiness, because they tug at my feelings. Some months ago, he wrote that he did not want me to seek the whys, because there are some things that happen for which we can formulate no whys, for which whys simply do not exist and, perhaps, are not necessary. He did not mention Papa - he hardly mentions Papa in his letters - but I knew what he meant, I understood that he was stirring what I was afraid to stir myself. — Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie