Villastay Quotes & Sayings

In design man becomes what he is. Animals have language and perception as well, but they do not design. — Otl Aicher

ROASTED BEET AND QUINOA SALAD When beets are bad, they are really fucking gross. But roasted, these mother fuckers get sweet and delicious. Trust. MAKES ENOUGH FOR 4 AS A SIDE DRESSING 1 shallot or small onion, diced (about 2 tablespoons) 1 teaspoon Dijon mustard 3 tablespoons white wine, balsamic, or champagne vinegar ¼ cup olive oil SALAD 3 medium beets, peeled and chopped into small chunks (about 1½ cups) 1 teaspoon of whatever vinegar you used for the dressing 2 teaspoons olive oil Salt and ground pepper 2 cups water 1 cup quinoa, rinsed 1 cup kale, stems removed, sliced into thin strips — Thug Kitchen

If I had my hand full of truth, I would take good care how I opened it. — Bernard Le Bovier De Fontenelle

All is true and all is false in love; love is the only thing about which it is impossible to say anything absurd."
Sebastien Roch Nicolas Chamfort — Lee DeBourg

Are you keeping up your good studies at school and working as hard as you always did? — Diane Samuels

You're probably wondering what you did in a past life to get stuck with us." Catherine says this as she drowns a fry in ketchup, her many rings glinting as she works her fingers.
"Gee, thanks," Brendan murmurs.
She gives him a look. "Don't be so sensitive. You know I adore you."
I lower my mostly uneaten burger. "Of course not. Just glad for anyone who wants to be my friend."
"Hey, Jacinda!" Nathan calls from his table, half rising. He waves and jerks his head, beckoning me over.
Catherine's smile slips. She reaches for another fry, avoiding my gaze. "You've got plenty of people willing to be your friend. Go on. Sit with Nathan. He's a decent guy-unfortunate pink shirt and all. — Sophie Jordan

This little upset across the water doesn't mean anything. Threatened men live long and threatened wars never occur. — H.G.Wells

because she'd forbidden him to bring it anywhere in sight of the school. Ever since it had exploded in the school car park. "Give us a lift?" asked Darius. "Oswald can't fetch me, he's in a meeting." A meeting? thought Nat. Oswald? Darius didn't have any parents; Nat had never asked why, and Darius never wanted to talk about it. Oswald Bagley was Darius's terrifying older brother, who was looking after him. The way wolves sometimes look after man-cubs — Nigel Smith

It's not about battling the original artists when I record these songs, it's about paying tribute to them. — Etta James

Fynn, I love you.' When Anna said that, every word was shattered with the fullness of meaning she packed into it. Her 'I' was a totality. Whatever this 'I' was for Anna it was packed tight with being. Like the light that didn't fray, Anna's 'I' didn't fray either; it was pure and all of one piece. Her use of the word 'love' was not sentimental or mushy, it was impelling and full of courage and encouragement. For Anna, 'love' meant the recognition of perfectibility in another. Anna 'saw' a person in every part. Anna 'saw' a 'you'. Now that is something to experience, to be seen as a 'you', clearly and definitely, with no parts hidden. Wonderful and frightening. I'd always understood that it was Mister God who saw you clearly and in your entirety but then all Anna's efforts were directed to being like Mister God, so perhaps the trick is catching if only you try hard enough. — Fynn

I said it before we arrived in Athens, that we wanted to prove to the world that our bronze medal in Sweden was not a fluke, and we have achieved this. — Gianluca Basile