Tavolata Belltown Quotes & Sayings

If we could manage any sort of trust again ... Well. That would make me happier than you can imagine — Richelle Mead

In my heart, I'm so far from done. — Kerri Walsh

My fat never made me less money. — Dolly Parton

Up-tempo or slow tempo, I don't feel that one is better than the other. — Imelda May

For me looking, touching, material, place and form are all inseparable from the resulting work. It is difficult to say where one stops and another begins. Place is found by walking, direction determined by weather and season. I take the opportunity each day offers: if it is snowing, I work in snow, at leaf-fall it will be leaves; a blown over tree becomes a source of twigs and branches. — Andy Goldsworthy

Mastery is revealed in limitation. — Friedrich Wilhelm Joseph Schelling

There's a word in Portuguese that my dad wrote about in one of his books: saudade.
It's the sadness you feel for something that isn't gone yet, but will be. The sadness of lost causes. The sadness of being alive. — Tommy Wallach

Waste not the remnant of thy life in those imaginations touching other folk, whereby thou contributest not to the common weal. — Marcus Aurelius

In the second century A.D. the Roman Emperor Marcus Aurelius may have best defined pantheism when he wrote, Everything is interwoven, and the web is holy. — Sharman Apt Russell

But here again it must be observed that this is a matter of a variation brought about through dynamic agencies. The static state, for which the contention attributed to the adherents of the mechanical version of the Quantity Theory would be valid, is disturbed by the fact that the exchange-ratios between individual commodities are necessarily modified. Under certain conditions, the technique of the market may have the effect of extending this modification to the exchange-ratio between money and other economic goods also. — Ludwig Von Mises

Then it had not been merely the stars to which he had aspired on that June night. He came alive to me, delivered suddenly from the womb of his purposeless splendour. — F Scott Fitzgerald

I hold those wise who know how to be happy. — Ninon De L'Enclos