Spedale Degli Quotes & Sayings

Aw, isn't that sweet." And Jackal sauntered into view, smirk firmly in place. "But don't wait around on my account. It's not like I can't wait for yet another riveting night of listening to you people whine at each other. Oh, woe is me, I'm a vampire. I'm a horrible monster who eats babies and murders bunnies, boo hoo hoo. — Julie Kagawa

that the strong beams of the sun of prosperity upon many men make them to be leprous. — Jeremiah Burroughs

The things here are stronger
the things that differentiate us from one another are too powerful. The common interest is no longer decisive. It has broken up already and given place to the interest of the individual. Now and then something still will shine through from that other time when we all wore the same rig, but already it is dwindled and dim. These others here are still our comrades and yet our comrades no longer
that is what is so sad. All else went west in the war, but comradeship we did believe in; now only to find that what death could not do, life is achieving; it is driving us asunder. — Erich Maria Remarque

If his choice now was to risk either sunshine with a chance of rain or heatstroke with a chance of tornado, he'd go with the sunshine. — Meredith Marple

Stories about mental aberration and oddity only make sense in context. Just how do people live with someone who is peculiar, gifted, strange or alien? It's odd because there's a little part of me that wants to write about exotic, strange bizarre subjects. Instead, I've rather reluctantly realised that what I write about is families. — Mark Haddon

Growing up in Malaysia and England, there wasn't an obvious route into the comics world, so my creative energy went into theatre and prose and then movies and TV. — Arvind Ethan David

The way I see it, anyone who's proud of their country is either a thug or just hasn't read enough history yet. — Richard K. Morgan

Elizabeth served herself to Vlad upon the Lazy Susan (Susan wasn't lazy. She was actually dead." - Bats 2015 — Fred Barnett

Here was an unparalleled thing, so that even from such an imperious and contemptuously proud girl as she was, such extremely frank testimony, such sacrifice, such self-immolation was almost impossible to expect. And for what, for whom? To save her betrayer and offender, at least somehow, at least slightly, to contribute to his salvation by creating a good impression in his favor! — Fyodor Dostoyevsky