Concetta Gille > Concetta's Quotes

“We are the bones of this city, the heart, the womb. The hidden structure and architecture behind the beautiful facades. We are unseen yet leaned upon, vessels yet not empty, the home for our families. The hopes of our city are thrust upon us, and we will be punished if we fail.”
― Gina Buonaguro, The Virgins of Venice

“Love is the Answer, God is the Cure!”
― Aimee Cabo Nikolov, Love is the Answer God is the Cure

“For writers it is always said that the first twenty years of life contain the whole of experience – the rest is observation”
― Graham Greene

“Chamberlain closed his eyes and saw it again. It was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. No book or music would have that beauty. He did not understand it: a mile of men flowing slowly, steadily, inevitably up the long green ground, dying all the while, coming to kill you, and the shell bursts appearing above them like instant white flowers, and the flags all tipping and fluttering, and dimly you could hear the music and the drums, and then you could hear the officers screaming, and yet even above your own fear came the sensation of unspeakable beauty. He shook his head, opened his eyes. Professor's mind. But he thought of Aristotle: pity and terror. So this is tragedy. Yes. He nodded. In the presence of real tragedy you feel neither pain nor joy nor hatred, only a sense of enormous space and time suspended, the great doors open to black eternity, the rising across the terrible field of that last enormous, unanswerable question.”
― Michael Shaara, The Killer Angels

“miserable people cannot afford to dislike each other. Cruel blows of fate call for extreme kindness in the family circle.”
― Dodie Smith, I Capture the Castle

“Writing is an act of faith, not a trick of grammar.”
― E.B. White

“It doesn't happen all at once," said the Skin Horse. "You become. It takes a long time. That's why it doesn't happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don't matter at all, because once you are Real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand.”
― Margery Williams Bianco, The Velveteen Rabbit

“Any form of art can only develop by means of single mutations by individual creators. If only traditional conventions are used an art will die, and the widening of an art form is bound to seem strange at first, and awkward. Any growing thing must go through awkward stages. The creator who is misunderstood because of his breach of convention may say to himself, 'I seem strange to you, but anyway I am alive.”
― Carson McCullers

“I'll love you forever,
I'll like you for always,
As long as I'm living,
my baby you'll be.”
― Robert N. Munsch, Love You Forever

“That's the secret - to distract the senses. Have I told you my theory about them? I think that our sight, smell, taste, touch, hearing are all calibrated for the enjoyment of a perfect world. But since the world is imperfect, we must put blinders on the senses.”
― Rohinton Mistry, A Fine Balance

“My bones are ringing the way sometimes people say their ears are ringing, I'm so tired.”
― David Foster Wallace, Infinite Jest

“Oh, what a tangled web we weave...when first we practice to deceive.”
― Walter Scott, Marmion

“The gist of it was that there were two types of men who absconded from their marriages: the naughty and the needy. The naughty absconder was a simple dick-driven creature who just couldn't help himself. However much he might love his family, it always came second to his main object in life, namely, chasing women. The needy absconder was basically insecure and forever trying to prove to himself how much everybody loved him. His family was, in effect, one big love machine that needed his constant control and attention. When his kids grew older and got lives of their own and didn't need him so much, he suddenly got scared and felt old and useless. So he ran off to look for a new love machine someplace else.”
― Nicholas Evans, The Divide

“That's what love is, Georgie. Accidental damage protection.”
― Rainbow Rowell, Landline

“Of course, during the centuries the justice was always a rather elastic term, but always till now and “everywhere the justice is the same thing – the usefully for the stronger” (Plato, The Republic).”
― Todor Bombov, Socialism Is Dead! Long Live Socialism!: The Marx Code-Socialism with a Human Face

“He turned and saw Becky, crying in the doorway of her house. What was he doing here? Turning back he saw flashing blue lights at the end of the road, and realised the ringing in his ears was the sound of approaching sirens.”
― R.D. Ronald, The Zombie Room

“Love doesn’t make you a poet; it makes you poetry.”
― Yarro Rai

“The Alchemy Scroll works on the heart,” he said. “It plants words as I plant stones. The Scroll-maker is my brother. He paints the mysteries of God while I, guided by the Mother, built the new Hall as a door to heaven,” he said.”
― Susan Rowland, The Alchemy Fire Murder

“Her lips silently formed three words, oh my love.”
― Gabriel F.W. Koch, Steel Blood

“American tanks were sent to Checkpoint Charlie as a show of strength. Soviet tanks appeared there at about five in the evening on the twenty-seventh. The British soon deployed two antitank guns to support the Americans, while all the French troops in West Berlin remained safely in their barracks. For”
― Eric Schlosser, Command and Control

“My fault, my failure, is not in the passions I have, but in my lack of control of them.”
― Jack Kerouac

“You can't get dyslexia from pussy.”
― Bret Easton Ellis, American Psycho

“Is it just me or is Sunday a bizarre night for a first date? All wrong, like Saturday morning or Monday at 2 p.m.”
― Helen Fielding, Bridget Jones’s Diary

“Everyone who got where he is has had to begin where he was.”
― Robert Louis Stevenson