Tarquinio Library Quotes & Sayings

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Ah, we men and women are like ropes drawn tight with strain that pulls us in different ways. Then tears come; and, like the rain on the ropes, they brace us up, until the strain becomes too great, and we break. — Bram Stoker

So we live in an accelerating possibility curve. Perhaps we can't control it, but we can learn to ride it like a surfer on a wave or a bird on a thermal, to use its power to take us where we want to go - to live in uncertainty and yet act with confidence. — Dewitt Jones

Music's golden tongue Flatter'd to tears this aged man and poor. — John Keats

In the years between 2000 and 2004, I always got the feeling that people were just starting to hear about me, and they were all late to the game. I'd be out playing shows for records that I recorded back in 1999 that were just coming out. — Ariel Pink

They tell so many lies, they can't keep them straight, and then they get caught. The truth is easy to remember, so don't forget that. — Kate O'Reilly

Even a lot of kids who are gifted can be kids who feel like wimps or nerds. — Eric Wilson

When it rains, look for rainbows. when it's dark, look for stars! — Unknown

Soon I will sleep, and my brain will begin to delete everything. Tomorrow I will go through it all again. — S.J. Watson

Use the word 'cybernetics', Norbert, because nobody knows what it means. This will always put you at an advantage in arguments. — Claude Shannon

If you go back in American history, oysters were the food of poor people. New York was filled with oyster saloons in the 1800s. — Ruth Reichl

Where virtue is, sensibility is the ornament and becoming attire of virtue. On certain occasions it may almost be said to become virtue. But sensibility and all the amiable qualities may likewise become, and too often have become, the panders of vice and the instruments of seduction. — Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Nothing is enough for the man to whom enough is too little. — Epicurus

Paris had its sweetest smell, the smell of chestnut trees in bloom and of petrol with a few grains of dust that crack under your teeth like pepper. In the darknes the danger seemed to grow. You could smell the suffering in the air, in the silence. Everyone looked at their house and thought, Tomorrow it will be in ruins, tomorrow I'l have nothing left. — Irene Nemirovsky

Sometimes you can't stand the sound of her voice and other times you wonder how you'd even breathe if she wasn't there. That's marriage, and she'll feel the same way. — Shannon Stacey