Zinzanni San Francisco Quotes & Sayings

When the lamp is shattered The light in the dust lies dead - When the cloud is scattered The rainbow's glory is shed ... — Percy Bysshe Shelley

We try to create this interesting appearance to make ourselves feel better about ourselves. — Sarah McLachlan

If with a sweeping heart I sow firstly this seeds,
If too dearly deeds I give arms long,
That will make tomorrow a better day to gift infancy's years the sunshine song,
For none cause, then has a better bottom than smiles of youth, — Mpho Leteng

Be able to recognize when you're reading or hearing material biased to your own side. — Marilyn Vos Savant

The fact that Gene Simmon's son is a manga-ka disturbs me more than whether he's really copying or not. — Tite Kubo

It is funny how when you have been hurt in love and you fall in love again, every reason you have for loving that person is both enough and not, all at once. — R. YS Perez

You have formal rehearsal, a lot of things you don't have in movies - which is, you have to formally rehearse. You have to know your back story, discuss it, and almost everybody onstage has to know each other's [story], so that when it comes time to actually do it, you can throw it all away. That's the way I like to - and I didn't realize until very recently - that's the way I like to prepare for movies. — Jake Gyllenhaal

All I know is that the hours are long ... and constrain us to beguile them with proceedings which ... may at first sight seem reasonable, until they become a habit. — Samuel Beckett

Philosophy are questions that may never get a answer, religion is an answer that may never be questioned — Anonymous

Even touching Erdogan is a form of worship, — Mustafa Akyol

In our natural Adamic state, we are not on our sick beds. We are in the grave. — Keith Mathison

Sometimes you must do things out of love
that devastate the senses.

This wasn't easy, Elymas. I know
blindness. I know how suddenly

the specks in the stones you can't see
become something you would die for.

From the way you grope this cloud of mist
I know you're trying to imagine

the color of the stars right now,
the blue-white shine that once

ignited your hands with power,
but can conjur only

the upturned bellies of poisoned frogs,
your mother's dying lips.

Don't you know how small
this life is? Even the stars

are just the sweat Christ shakes
from his brow. When you make crooked

the path to eternity, you send your brother
to oblivion, to the buried speck

in the midnight desert stone. This time,
no magic will save you. You

will have to find your life in the dark.
Today you will have to be led by the hand. — Tania Runyan