Torchetti Italian Quotes & Sayings

Hope is a song in a weary throat. — Pauli Murray

Besides, thinking that I'd already lost her might ease the tension between us and allow me to regain my footing and act a bit more confidently. What I didn't want to feel was hope and, behind the hope, a craving so fierce that anyone watching me would instantly guess I was utterly and undeniably smitten. — Andre Aciman

Don't kill the competition. Competition is healthy for businesses. It keeps you the entrepreneur on your toes. — Aliko Dangote

His understanding and opinions all please me; he wants nothing but a little more liveliness, and that, if he marry prudently, his wife may teach him. I thought him very sly; - he hardly ever mentioned your name. But slyness seems the fashion. — Jane Austen

Emotions are but one category of the many different mental formations we can have. They come, they stay for a while, and then they go. Why should we have to die for an emotion? — Thich Nhat Hanh

Richard Rohr says the skills that take you through the first half of your life are entirely unhelpful for the second half. To press the point a little bit: those skills I developed that supposedly served me well for the first half, as I inspect them a little more closely, didn't actually serve me at all. They made me responsible and capable and really, really tired. They made me productive and practical, and inch by inch, year by year, they moved me further and further from the warm, whimsical person I used to be . . . and I missed her. The — Shauna Niequist

Everything in life, is a question of drawing a life, John, and you have to decide for yourself where to draw it. You cant draw it for others. You can try, of course, but it doesn't work. People obeying rules laid down my somebody else is not the same thing as respecting life. And if you want to respect life, you have to draw a line. — John Berger

Holocaust deniers always have anti-Semitic beliefs and sympathies somewhere inside them. Always. — James Morcan

At the end of the day, we're all judged by those we leave behind. — Phil Keoghan

I wonder why the wind, even the wind doth seem
To mock me now, all night, all night, and
Have I strayed among the cliffs here
They say, some day I'll fall
Down through the sea-bit fissures, and no more
Know the warm cloak of sun, or bathe
The dew across my tired eyes to comfort them.
They try to keep me hid within four walls.
I will not stay! — Ezra Pound

Abigail Adams could become my favorite historical sleuth. — Sharon Kay Penman