Stigliano Pasta Quotes & Sayings

Virtue consists, not in abstaining from vice, but in not desiring it. — George Bernard Shaw

I prefer making videos to making music. — Grimes

It's a fine balance between design and the thing making itself happen. The stroke has to have complete precision to work. Sometimes I lose it on the exit. You can't fudge it. It ruins the whole thing." The resulting figures are almost always contained within the rectangle. "It's less of a window if I keep it within the confines of the canvas, but there's almost always a drip that's an umbilical cord. — James Nares

I never felt truly at home in Switzerland. — Yves Behar

Pray to God: It's all right if you don't love me, but please let me love you! — Mata Amritanandamayi

Long, long ago, (said the voice), five hundred years ago or more, on a winter's day at twilight, a young man entered the Church with a young girl with ivy leaves in her hair. There was no one else there but the stones. No one to see him strangle her but the stones. He let her fall dead upon the stones and no one saw but the stones. He was never punished for his sin because there were no witnesses but the stones. The years went by and whenever the man entered the Church and stood among the congregation the stones cried out that this was the man who had murdered the girl with the ivy leaves wound into her hair, but no one ever heard us. But it is not too late! We know where he is buried! In the corner of the south transept! Quick! Quick! Fetch picks! Fetch shovels! Pull up the paving stones. Dig up his bones! Let them be smashed with the shovel! Dash his skull against the pillars and break it! Let the stones have vengeance too! It is not too late! It is not too late! — Susanna Clarke

There [are] times when I put out an album, and I don't hear my songs really on the radio a lot, and it's like, Dang, I ain't inside that world. But I'm still moving some people or touching some people. — Common

Science is a way of trying not to fool yourself. — Richard P. Feynman

Will ye, ay or nay? — James Joyce

Real pity should stretch out to people whom we do not like
to those whom we have injured or who despitefully use us. — Margaret Campbell Barnes