Victoria Vinciguerra Quotes & Sayings

Appreciate all the wonderful things in life — Lailah Gifty Akita

If you don't understand white supremacy/racism ,everything that you do understand will only confuse you.. — Neely Fuller Jr.

Flesh is weak, but love is strong. — Alan Jackson

Let me light my lamp", says the star, "And never debate if it will help to remove the darkness — Rabindranath Tagore

The payments which have been made into the Treasury show the very productive state of the public revenue. — James Monroe

She pulled away to gaze into his eyes with a startling vulnerability, desperately seeking a harbor in the storm. In his eyes lay wisdom far beyond his years, shades of ocean waters traced within lakes of finely ground cobalt."
"I am a Cowboy — Ken Alexopoulos

Networks do not offer a miracle drug, a strategy that makes you invincible in any business environment. The truly important role networks play is in helping existing organizations adapt to rapidly changing market conditions. The very concept of network implies a multidimensional approach. — Albert-Laszlo Barabasi

Yes, the academic world is screwed up, and there is nothing you can do about it. But don't worry about that. Just do what you want. If you know what you want to do and advocate for it, no one will put any energy into stopping you. — Paul Feyerabend

Large department stores, with their luxuriant abundance of canned goods, foods, and clothing, are like the primary landscape and the geometrical locus of affluence. Streets with overcrowded and glittering store windowsthe displays of delicacies, and all the scenes of alimentary and vestimentary festivity, stimulate a magical salivation. Accumulation is more than the sum of its products: the conspicuousness of surplus, the final and magical negation of scarcitymimic a new-found nature of prodigious fecundity. — Jean Baudrillard

I didn't notice I was crying until a stewardess came by and gave me a tissue to blow my nose in. Her arm and wrist were slender and they formed a pretty arch, like the limb of a fruit tree, as she poked the tissue into my clenched fist. She didn't look at my eyes. It was a perfect gesture, an expression of indifference and concern, which is the most a drunk can ask for. — John Straley