Scansione Sistema Quotes & Sayings

A lot of times you're just conditioned by what's around you. — Ruben Blades

In every argument there is a discovery of truth and a bed of success. — Auliq Ice

We do ritualistic animal sacrifice. We host orgies on our trampoline, every other Sunday. You didn't get our Twitter feed on that? I'm really sorry! And then, every once in awhile, we run through the city and drain people and drink their blood. It's really very romantic. — Anna Paquin

When people say we don't want to reinvent the wheel, I stop listening: I want to reinvent the wheel! — D. Ed Hoggatt

Celebrities, movie stars and rock stars are losing their mystique. — Nikki Sixx

When I was in first grade, everyone made fun of my name, of course. I think it's kind of a big name to hold up when you're nine years old. It seemed goofy. I used to tell people I wanted to change the world and they used to think, 'This kid's really weird'. — River Phoenix

The older I get, the more I want to do. It beats death, decay or golf in unfortunate trousers. Peace and quiet depress me. — Simon Schama

Shanna, my love, the bargain is fulfilled. But what, then, of the vows we exchanged? — Kathleen E. Woodiwiss

This is one of the reasons we need to transition: people can't validate an identity they can't see. — Patrick Califia

Being a Mum is a big job. — Rita Ora

We have too often been expected to speak
all things to all people and speak everyone else's position
but our own. — Audre Lorde

For us, it is very important all the time that our core business is really good but that we don't stop moving. — Hans Vestberg

I always feel I am in the dark. You are never finished ... it is not as if you can look back and think: ah ... I know what I am talking about. You are only as good as your last job and are always struggling and striving and you never quite get to where you want to be ... — Ben Whishaw

In a better world we will find our young years and our old friends. — Jean Antoine Petit-Senn

Whenever in my dreams I see the dead, they always appear silent, bothered, strangely depressed, quite unlike their dear, bright selves. I am aware of them, without any astonishment, in surroundings they never visited during their earthly existence, in the house of some friend of mine they never knew. They sit apart, frowning at the floor, as if death were a dark taint, a shameful family secret. It is certainly not then - not in dreams - but when one is wide awake, at moments of robust joy and achievement, on the highest terrace of consciousness, that mortality has a chance to peer beyond its own limits, from the mast, from the past and its castle tower. And although nothing much can be seen through the mist, there is somehow the blissful feeling that one is looking in the right direction. — Vladimir Nabokov