Zerbino Dorato Quotes & Sayings

Circles, like the soul, are neverending and turn round and round without a stop — Ralph Waldo Emerson

With American orchestras, in particular, because they play in such huge halls, getting a true pianissimo is very hard. — Esa-Pekka Salonen

When you have a large space to conquer, the curve is the natural solution. — Oscar Niemeyer

The word "innovate" - to make new - used to have chiefly negative connotations: it signified excessive novelty, without purpose or end. — Anonymous

I wonder often if they survived, and if they are still in North Korea. There were so many desperate people on the streets crying for help that you had to shut off your heart or the pain would be too much. After a while you can't care anymore. And that is what hell is like. Almost — Yeonmi Park

Short, dark, and slight, he looks simultaneously middle-aged and prepubescent, a little worse for wear in any case with his black hair matted like a street cat and his eyes crusted over and bleary. — David Winner

And finally, have you trained well enough so you can say what you want to say without getting hamstrung? Have you written enough so that you are relaxed and can allow the truth to get out without being ruined by self-conscious posturings or changed by a desire to become rich? — Ray Bradbury

Experience is the child of thought, and thought is the child of action. — Benjamin Disraeli

Ordinarily my mom just sunk deeper into her corner of the couch and ignored it. She had succesfully ignored a quarter of a century of entropy and decay, had sat peacefully crunching popcorn and drinking soda while the house fell down around us. If I had to guess the number of books she read during that time, I would place the number at somewhere in the neighborhood of forty thousand. — Haven Kimmel

Although farming of any sort was almost as impossible in the plains as in the dry regions of winter rains farther west, the abundance of buffaloes made life much easier in many respects. — Ellsworth Huntington

No sooner had he finished with a case than another two or three appeared in its place. What was the name of that creature? The Hydra, was it? That was what he was fighting. Every time he cut off a head, more popped into his in-tray. Coming back from a holiday was a nightmare. And now they were giving him rocks to push up hills as well. — Ian Rankin