Vicentini Magnagatti Quotes & Sayings

The things you fear
are undefeatable
not by their nature
but by your approach — Jewel

I always take care to have interesting chord progressions, because you can have the best sound design in the club, and you'll kill it in the club, but in five years, kids will have better sound design. But if your music is good, you'll always be able to listen to it, even in 20 or 50 years. — Zedd

Estate agents: like them or loathe them, you'd be mad not to loathe them. — Stephen Fry

When you pray to God resignedly, as though patiently accepting the punishment of grief at the death of a loved one, and you say: "Thy will be done O Lord. The Lord giveth, and he taketh away", you have not yet known the God of love, for God giveth only. God never takes that which has not been given. What God gives to you you regive to Him for His regiving.
You rejoice when God gives birth to life, yet you deeply grieve when you give rebirth to new life - for that is what death is. — Walter Russell

The important thing is the educational experience itself - how to survive it. — Donald Barthelme

Fatigue is an excellent gauge of well-being because it is a very hard symptom to mask. The only way to get rid of fatigue is to treat the underlying causes. Fatigue has many faces, but they all say the same thing - the mental and physical load are too great. — Kathleen A. Kendall-Tackett

Everything is cracked, everything is stained except the fragile moments that hang crystalline in time and make life worth living. — Pierce Brown

We had better appear what we are, than affect to appear what we are not. — Francois De La Rochefoucauld

Hits are for squares. — Thurston Moore

It was difficult, but it was also rewarding. When you have a chance to see kids get better, everything makes it all worth it. All I wanted was to try to make a difference in my life and have a legacy in some way, but for something I had done in someone else's life. — Paul Brandt

His body is pressed against my back, his arm is wrapped protectively around my waist, his breath a delicious tickle against my neck. The room is very cold; it would be nice to climb under the covers, but I don't want to move. I don't want him to move. I run my fingers along his bare forearm, remembering the warmth of his lips, the silkiness of his hair between my fingers. The boy who never sleeps, sleeping. Coming to rest upon the Cassiopeian shore, an island in the middle of a sea of blood. You have your promise, and I have you.
I can't trust him. I have to trust him.
I can't stay with him. I can't leave him behind. — Rick Yancey