Tesoro Quotes & Sayings

The vocal chorus will be along shortly: I like that part especially and the abrupt manner in which it throws itself forward, like a cliff against the sea. For the moment, the jazz is playing; there is no melody, only notes, a myriad of tiny jolts. They know no rest, an inflexible order gives birth to them and destroys them without even giving them time to recuperate and exist for themselves. They race, they press forward, they strike me a sharp blow in passing and are obliterated. I would like to hold them back, but I know if I succeeded in stopping one it would remain between my fingers only as a raffish languishing sound. I must accept their death; I must even will it. I know few impressions stronger or more harsh. — Jean-Paul Sartre

Robin Williams is one more example, that genius people are genius for a reason, and that reason is feeling without reasoning. Depression is for sensitive people. Sensitive people sense the world as it is, and they can't cope with it. Sensitive people need a better, more tender world to live in. Matter of fact, we all do. — Aleksandra Ninkovic

The paradox of the prophet: his very success is his failure. The prophet whose time has come no longer shocks; he entertains. — Peter Drucker

I think that maybe I do want to learn to play"
... "Oh, I think you're quite adept at playing already, Tesoro."
"No." She giggled. "An instrument."
"I'm allowing that joke to pass. Too obvious. — Elizabeth Hunter

I love you, Beatrice De Novo. I fell in love with the girl I met six years ago, and I love the woman in front of me even more."
"Gio
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"So you make the decision, Tesoro mio ... It's your choice. I want eternity with you, and I'm not leaving again." He gave her a sad smile. "You can't make me. — Elizabeth Hunter

I want to introduce the world to my princess.'
In a state of disbelief, Izzy took his hand and they walked back towards the stage.
Happiness bubbled up inside her as it slowly dawned on her that this was real. She lifted her
face to look at him. 'I think I'm going to look cute in a tiara. I've never worn anything sparkly on
my head before.'
He laughed and tightened his grip on her hand. 'First thing tomorrow I'm going to buy you one.'
'Slow down.' She winced and stooped to fiddle with her feet. 'My shoes are hurting.'
'This is not news. Your shoes are always hurting, tesoro.'
'Do princesses absolutely have to wear shoes at all times?'
A slow smile spread across his face and he scooped her into his arms and carried her the last
few steps onto the stage. 'Of course not. Didn't you read Cinderella? — Sarah Morgan

Like a phoenix rising through the fire, my Robbie, my Tesoro rises forward, and I hope and pray that he can take him out. — M.R. Field

True beauty dwells on high: ours is a flame
But borrowed thence to light us thither.
Beauty and beauteous words should go together. — George Herbert

The neurotic doesn't know how to cope with his emotional bills; some he keeps paying over and over, others he never pays at all. — Mignon McLaughlin

It has been preached in every country, taught everywhere, but only believed in by a few, because until we get the experience ourselves, we cannot believe in it. — Bill Vaughan

We have to bring our imaginations to bear on a story if we are to see all it's possibilitiess; otherwise it's just about somebody who did something. Whatever we take away from stories in the way of significance, symbolism, theme, meaning, pretty much anything except character and plot, we discover because our imagination engages with that of the author. Pretty amazing when you consider that the author may have been dead for thousands of years, yet we can still have this exchange, this dialogue, with her. — Thomas C. Foster

Go to hell, Giovanni."
"Tesoro, take a good look at me. You've already put me there. — Bethany-Kris

Yes, yes, how was it now?" he thought, going over his dream. "Now, how was it? To be sure! Alabin was giving a dinner at Darmstadt; no, not Darmstadt, but something American. Yes, but then, Darmstadt was in America. Yes, Alabin was giving a dinner on glass tables, and the tables sang, Il mio tesoro - not Il mio tesoro though, but something better, and there were some sort of little decanters on the table, and they were women, too," he remembered. — Leo Tolstoy

that of the mind is in abysmal stillness; — Lao-Tzu

Let it be enough, Tesoro. It has to be enough. — Elizabeth Hunter

I see you're not being as sneaky this time around. I'm glad. You make a gorgeous couple."
Carmine smirked as he looked at Haven, seeing the blush rise up into her cheeks. "We do look good, don't we?"
Celia laughed. "I see your ego's still as big."
"That's not the only thing big about me," Carmine joked. "Isn't that right, tesoro? — J.M. Darhower

If a brokenhearted mother could sing, I could not remain silent. — Beth Moore

Open your mouth, tesoro." He angled her face higher. "Open your mouth for me."
At his raw demand, her eyes flared wide. For a drunken moment, he drowned in glorious brown, rich, autumnal, sensual. — Anna Campbell