Trovoada Forte Quotes & Sayings

Truth cannot be brought down; rather, the individual must make the effort to ascend to it. You cannot bring the mountaintop to the valley. If you would attain to the mountaintop, you must pass through the valley, climb the steeps, unafraid of the dangerous precipices. — Jiddu Krishnamurti

Language, philosophy, and science are interwoven into the design of words, which are manipulated to create surprising illusions. — John Langdon

Quite often, ambition operates on a level of irritation. Not even jealousy, just irritation. — Geoff Dyer

Always enter a room with your head up. Right away that tells people you're your own person. If your head is down, that lets people feel they can do anything they want with you. When you talk to somebody, white or colored, always look him straight in the eye. First of all, it's honesty. Second, he knows he can beat up on you if you don't make eye contact. — Yvonne S. Thornton

Lyrics have to be underwritten. That's why poets generally make poor lyric writers because the language is too rich. You get drowned in it. — Stephen Sondheim

You believe in lifemates?"
"I didn't until the day you told me you loved me and I could no longer deny I felt the same for you. Then I did. Absolutely. — Kristen Ashley

I use Facebook quite a lot to keep up with my friends, although I had to delete 'Words With Friends' from my phone because it was wasting too much of my time. — Joshua Bell

You can't change the bricks, and together, you still have to build a wall. — Chris Hadfield

Caught in a terrible cycle, I was thinking about what I thought about my own thoughts, so I went to the bar where I got myself a glass of water. — John Duover

Whether you call someone a hero or a monster is all relative to where the focus of your consciousness may be. — Joseph Campbell

It's a funny thing to complain about, but most of America is perfectly devoid of smells. I must have noticed it before, but this last time back I felt it as an impairment. For weeks after we arrived I kept rubbing my eyes, thinking I was losing my sight or maybe my hearing. But it was the sense of smell that was gone. Even in the grocery store, surrounded in one aisle by more kinds of food than will ever be known in a Congolese lifetime, there was nothing on the air but a vague, disinfected emptiness. I mentioned this to Anatole, who'd long since taken note of it, of course. "The air is just blank in America," I said. "You can't ever smell what's around you, unless you stick your nose right down into something."
"Maybe that is why they don't know about Mobutu," he suggested. — Barbara Kingsolver

Most of us do not like to look inside ourselves for the same reason we don't like to open a letter that has bad news. — Fulton J. Sheen