Sostenuto Music Quotes & Sayings

The writing of the wise are the only riches our posterity cannot squander. — Walter Savage Landor

Women do feel like they're in a box. Society, Hollywood, some men-they want to wrap women up in a neat little package. — Sherilyn Fenn

As long as you keep learning from defeats, you will always keep coming back and get stronger all the time — Imran Khan Niazi

Because nothing is greater and we have no greater need, God gives God. — Ann Voskamp

We will consider every hand who will try to take our weapons, as an Israeli hand. — Hassan Nasrallah

Don't speak ill of your predecessors or successors. You didn't walk in their shoes. — Donald Rumsfeld

Change is actually what you need to avoid.
Assimilation is much more joyful than conformity,
when you try to change you try to fit yourself to other people's standards.
You deny your own values and opinions, and you adopt a personality that isn't you.
And most likely you will be more uncomfortable even though it may seem like you fit in more, i would suggest you not to change. Just be yourself, the way you are.
Because that's what makes you different and distinguishable and unique from every other individual. — Marilyn Monroe

Derek Bok asks the right question, 'What policies would produce the greatest happiness?' and he gives great and often startling answers, combining his deep knowledge of politics with the new findings of happiness research. — Richard Layard, Baron Layard

There was gray train smoke over the town most days, it smelled of travel, of transcontinental trains about to flash by, of important things about to happen. The train smell sounded the 'A' for Lamptown and then a treble chord of frying hamburger and onions and boiling coffee was struck by Hermann Bauer's kitchen, with a sostenuto of stale beer from Delaney's back door. These were all busy smells and seemed a 6 to 6 smell, a working town's smell, to be exchanged at the last factory whistle for the festival night odors of popcorn, Spearmint chewing gum, barber-shop pomades, and the faint smell of far-off damp cloverfields. Mornings the cloverfields retreated when the first Columbus local roared through the town. Bauer's coffee pot boiled over again, and the factory's night watchmen filed into Delaney's for their morning beer. — Dawn Powell

Flow my tears, fall from your springs!
Exiled forever let me mourn;
Where night's black bird her sad infamy sings,
There let me live forlorn. — Philip K. Dick

For here we are not afraid to follow truth wherever it may lead ... — Thomas Jefferson