Tabella Numeri Quotes & Sayings

Actually, if you ask my really close friends, they would say that 'Honeymoon' is more me than anything else I've written. — Jason Robert Brown

Dove hated that he knew way too much about her now. He knew she had a big girl boner for Johnson, he knew she'd tried to remove her crotch hair and had crapped her pants. It was Shameful with a capital Shit. — Debra Anastasia

For, like desire, regret seeks not to be analysed but to be satisfied. When one begins to love, one spends one's time, not in getting to know what one's love really is, but in making it possible to meet next day. When one abandons love one seeks not to know one's grief but to offer to her who is causing it that expression of it which seems to one the most moving. One says the things which one feels the need of saying, and which the other will not understand, one speaks for oneself alone. I wrote: 'I had thought that it would not be possible. Alas, I see now that it is not so difficult.' I said also: 'I shall probably not see you again;' I said it while I continued to avoid shewing a coldness which she might think affected, and the words, as I wrote them, made me weep because I felt that they expressed not what I should have liked to believe but what was probably going to happen. — Marcel Proust

Sleep, Silence's child, sweet father of soft rest, Prince whose approach peace to all mortals brings Indifferent host to shepherds and kings Sole comforter to minds with grief oppressed. — William Drummond

Keep on rockin' in the free world. — Neil Young

In a field
I am the absence
of field.
This is
always the case.
Wherever I am
I am what is missing. — Mark Strand

Confidence turns into pride only when you are in denial of your mistakes. — Criss Jami

In our hip-hop lives we make rhymes we make beats we go big or go home. - Esme from Sister Mischief — Laura Goode

But I hang on to books. I love them. I even think they're very nice decor in a room - far better than paintings ... That's not quite true! — Norman MacCaig

And love was creation's source,creation's ruler;
but all love's ways are strewn with blossoms and blood, blossoms and blood. — Knut Hamsun