Theodoulou Quotes & Sayings

Their friendship was only one aspect of their lives but it seemed to give meaning to all the others. — Ann Brashares

The poet speaks adequately only when he speaks somewhat wildly ... not with intellect alone, but with intellect inebriated by nectar. — Henry Miller

love we give and receive is all that matters and all that is remembered. Suffering disappears - love remains — Jack Canfield

I want to have more original-screenplay Oscars than anybody who's ever lived! So much, I want to have so many that - four is enough. And do it within ten films, all right, so that when I die, they rename the original-screenplay Oscar 'the Quentin.' And everybody's down with that. — Quentin Tarantino

He is free from self- display, and therefore he shines; — Lao-Tzu

To age is to embrace a slow hurt inside and out, to collect scars like rings on a tree, dark and withered and sometimes only visible if someone cuts deep enough. Scars keep the past close enough to touch, but healing is forgetting. Healing invites another cut. Healing is the tide that smoothes away our line in the sand. For life to begin, the damage must be permanent. — Fred Venturini

Surely the immutable laws of the universe can teach more impressive and exalted lessons than the holy books of all the religions on earth. — Elizabeth Cady Stanton

The Rough Beast snorted. "You don't get it at all, buddy. It's not about wrestling. It's about stories. We're storytellers."
Caperton studied him. "Somebody at my job just said that."
"It's true! You have to be able to tell the story to get people on board for anything. A soft drink, a suck sesh, elective surgery, gardening, even your thing
public space? I prefer private space, but that's cool. Anyway, nobody cares about anything if there isn't a story attached. Ask the team that wrote the Bible. Ask Vincent Allan Poe."
"But doesn't it seem kind of creepy?" Caperton said. "All of us just going around calling ourselves storytellers?"
The Rough Beast shrugged. "Well, you can be negative. That's the easy way out. — Sam Lipsyte

A red brick Presbyterian church ... captured by kudzu vines as surely as a butterfly in a net. — Barbara Ascher

There you'll find the place I love most in the world. The place where I grew thin from dreaming. My village, rising from the plain. Shaded with trees and leaves like a piggy bank filled with memories. You'll see why a person would want to live there forever. Dawn, morning, mid-day, night: all the same, except for the changes in the air. The air changes the color of things there. And life whirs by as quiet as a murmur ... the pure murmuring of life. — Juan Rulfo