Scarpino Restaurant Quotes & Sayings

We think that by protecting ourselves from suffering, we are being kind to ourselves. The truth is we only become more fearful, more hardened and more alienated. We experience ourselves as being separate from the whole. This separateness becomes like a prison for us - a prison that restricts us to our personal hopes and fears, and to caring only for the people nearest to us. Curiously enough, if we primarily try to shield ourselves from discomfort, we suffer. Yet, when we don't close off, when we let our hearts break, we discover our kinship with all beings. — Pema Chodron

These people who have lost someone look naked because they think themselves invisible. — Joan Didion

I'm married to the person I fell in love with. — Christopher Guest

After all, nostalgia is an emotion for people with no future. — Kieron Gillen

Few Indians only had breech cloths, most being wrapped in buffalo robes, otherwise quite naked. — Zebulon Pike

At least he hadn't completely blown it: she wasn't angry with him. That was the main thing. What — Margaret Atwood

It's not a terribly original thing to say, but I love Raymond Carver. For one thing, he's fun to read out loud. — Ira Glass

She left WCF and stepped into the still, chilly air. She loved walking and didn't even mind the cold that much - though she still missed sunny, temperate So-Cal. — Allison Brennan

The things you own end up owning you. It's only after you lose everything that you're free to do anything. — Chuck Palahniuk

Wait till the honeying of the lune, love! Die eve, little eve, die! We see that wonder in your eye. We'll meet again, we'll part once more. The spot I'll seek if the hour you'll find. My chart shines high where the blue milk's upset. — James Joyce

Personally, my daughter's wedding gave me a tremendous pleasure. And the wedding was a radiant event and I enjoyed it. I was afraid I'd cry. I'm given to crying at odd times, and I was very much afraid of the emotionalism of that moment, but I didn't even come close to crying. — Rod Serling