Tizzanos Quotes & Sayings

It is deeps such as these that we have beneath our keel after putting out to sea from the Philippines: the world of mystery, of the fathomless, the irrational. If the ocean surface, in savagery and rebellion, in calm and storm, resembles human feelings - that sea on which we sail our little ships of reason and consciousness, in the violent but known world of the emotions - then the great deeps, the ocean's dark abysses, resemble the human heart's unknown, never-visited worlds: the inscrutable, inaccessible, night-dark, soundless underworld of the soul. — Jens Bjorneboe

I love doing just nothing in my free time. — Sean Bean

Things I say are sometimes silly. — Halston Sage

I have a superstition about saying too much about what I want to happen, just in case it all disappears, or someone else comes along and beats me to it. — Gil Gerard

I couldn't stop seeing the three of us on the Maury Polvich show doing the big DNA reveal — Pepper Pace

I believe there are unidentified flying objects, I'm just not sure who's driving. — Peter Jennings

The money was good while it lasted. The best part was clearly that it changed my view of what's possible, as far as thinking how you can have an impact on a national level. — Andrew Shue

You're only given a little spark of madness. Don't lose it. — Robin Williams

Neither I nor anyone in the Church would ever tolerate hatred of or prejudice towards any of the Lord's children. — Timothy Dolan

I did not want to set my world alight, to watch it burn because of the sister I had come to love too much. — Sarah Swainson

What was I once, what have I now become... — Symeon

I don't keep a travel diary. I did keep a travel diary once and it was a big mistake. All I remember of that trip is what I bothered to write down. Everything else slipped away, as though my mind felt jilted by my reliance on pen and paper. For exactly the same reason I don't travel with a camera. My holiday becomes the snapshots and anything I forget to record is lost. — Alex Garland

Life goes on. The world spins out another day. The mystery of human life and hope goes on. And here and there, the luminous light that shone out from a carpenter in Nazareth glimmers and flickers in the darkness. And we hope again for what life might become. The soul waits. — John Ortberg

Breathed breakfast Madeira in my face. "Charlot, he has robbed me!" I looked at her blankly; not breathing until she removed her face from mine, and sank back onto the velvet cushions. "I have married a thief!" Madame clutched her reticule to her bosom as though I had designs on one or the other, and in a torrent of Frenchified English told me how she had owned stock in a toll-bridge near Hartford. During the first raptures of their honeymoon in the house of Governor Edwards, the Colonel persuaded her to sell the stock. So trusting, so loving, so secure in her new place as the bride of a former vice-president, Madame — Gore Vidal