Tom Lombardi Quotes & Sayings

No old Men (excepting Dr. Wallis) love Mathematicks. — Isaac Newton

You learn from your mistakes. — Thierry Henry

People who live according to the way of the world always complain about their lives — Sunday Adelaja

Surely the memory of an event cannot pass for the event itself. Nor can the anticipation. There is something exceptional, unique, about the present event, which the previous, or the coming do not have. There is livingness about it, an actuality; it stands out as if illumined. There is the "stamp of reality" on the actual, which the past and future do not have. — Sri Nisargadatta Maharaj

Life is transient and ephemeral so dance in your own way. — Debasish Mridha

Just don't write like a self -hating Jew, my father is whispering into my ear. — Gary Shteyngart

While I'm generally silent on the affairs of my biological mother, her recent tirade has taken a gross turn. — Frances Bean Cobain

Always, in Lincoln's mature theology, there is paradox. There is starting this, yet there is also tenderness; there is melancholy, yet there is also humor: there is moral law, yet there is also compassion. History is the scene of the working out God's justice, which we can never escape, but it is also the scene of the revelation of the everlasting mercy. — Elton Trueblood

Great Paddy Shits in the Mornin', Elora! He's a vampire! No' a stray dog! — Victoria Danann

He noted a depth and sadness in Sun Moon's eyes, the faint lines around them bespeaking a resoluteness in the face of loss, and it took everything in him to suppress the memory of Rumina. And then the idea of a portrait, of any person, placed over your heart, forever, seemed irresisitible. How was it that we didn't walk around with every person who mattered tattoed on us forever? — Adam Johnson

The emotion of beauty is always obscured by the appearance of the object. Therefore, the object must be eliminated from the picture. — Piet Mondrian

Some Saturday mornings, as soon as the mountains had bottled up the last cheerful sound of Bob and the truck, I, feeling like a cross between a boll weevil and a slut, took a large cup of hot coffee, a hot-water bottle, a cigarette and a magazine and WENT BACK TO BED. Then, from six-thirty until nine or so, I luxuriated in breaking the old mountain tradition that a decent woman is in bed only between the hours of seven pm and four am unless she is in labor or dead. — Betty MacDonald

I would have written of me on my stone: I had a lover's quarrel with the world. — Robert Frost