Villon Francois Quotes & Sayings

I die of thirst beside the fountain. — Francois Villon

It's not like you can aim for a home run and hit a home run. — Hideki Matsui

Yet, if the world were bettered by
My death or story left untold,
I would condemn myself to die
For misdemeanours manifold:
I bring no harm to young or old
Alive or dead, in either case:
A man so needy never rolled
A mountain from its resting place. — Francois Villon

King in Crimson is actually an alchemical term. King Crimson is a metaphor for Devil or Satan, but at the same time it's also a metaphor for one of the statures in the purification of man and the purification of mankind soul towards union with God and with Infinite, which is the philosophical aim of alchemists. — Bruce Dickinson

I found out that many of our Catholics simply don't know what the church teaches, and why, on a lot of issues, and therefore are saying things that they think are okay. They simply don't know. — Roger Mahony

We were two and had but one heart. — Francois Villon

Are there many things in this cool-hearted world so utterly exquisite as the pure love of one woman for another woman? — Mary MacLane

My days are gone a-wandering. — Francois Villon

Good talkers are only found in Paris. — Francois Villon

In my own country I am in a far off land.
I am strong but have no power.
I win all yet remain a loser.
At break of day I say goodnight.
When I lie down I have great fear of falling. — Francois Villon

All we are, all we can be, are the stories we tell," he says, and he is talking as if he is talking only to me. "Long after we are gone, our words will be all that is left, and who is to say what really happened or even what reality is? Our stories, our fiction, our words will be as close to truth as can be. And no one can take that away from you. — Nora Raleigh Baskin

You are his light and he is your gravity. He will keep you planted on the ground when need be, but he will also raise you up when it is safe. — Quinn Loftis

But where are the snows of last year? That was the greatest concern of Villon, the Parisian poet. — Francois Rabelais

But where are the snows of yester year? — Francois Villon

It happened very fast. And now that he's dead he can't remember pain. It's as if he'd never existed.'
He wanted her to believe this, but he wasn't sure he believed it himself. If time was infinite, then three seconds and three years represented the same infinitely small fraction of it. And so, if inflicting three years of fear and suffering was wrong, as everyone would agree, then inflicting three seconds of it was no less wrong. He caught a fleeting glimpse of God in the math here, in the infinitesimal duration of a life. No death could be quick enough to excuse inflicting pain. If you were capable of doing the math, it meant that a morality was lurking in it. — Jonathan Franzen

I know everything except myself. — Francois Villon