La Senza Bras Quotes

The most brilliant fortunes are often not worth the littleness required to gain them. ~ Francois De La Rochefoucauld

Yeah, well, if it wasn't your birthday and I wasn't so madly in love with you- his voice trailed off ... ~ Gretchen De La O

Sei la luce della mia vita." (You are the light of my life) he whispered softly. Declan steadied his partner. He was getting pretty damn good at Italian, "La mia luce brilla solo per te." (My light shines only for you.) ~ Isobel Starling

The greater part of mankind judge of men only by their fashionableness or their fortune. ~ Francois De La Rochefoucauld

How wealthy the gods would be if we remembered the promises we made when we were in danger. ~ Jean De La Fontaine

The other evening, in that cafe-cabaret in the Rue de la Fontaine, where I had run aground with Tramsel and Jocard, who had taken me there to see that supposedly-fashionable singer... how could they fail to see that she was nothing but a corpse?

Yes, beneath the sumptuous and heavy ballgown, which swaddled her and held her upright like a sentry-box of pink velvet trimmed and embroidered with gold - a coffin befitting the queen of Spain - there was a corpse! But the others, amused by her wan voice and her emaciated frame, found her quaint - more than that, quite 'droll'...

Droll! that drab, soft and inconsistent epithet that everyone uses nowadays! The woman had, to be sure, a tiny carven head, and a kind of macabre prettiness within the furry heap of her opera-cloak. They studied her minutely, interested by the romance of her story: a petite bourgeoise thrown into the high life following the fad which had caught her up - and neither of them, nor anyone else besides in the whole of that room, had perceived what was immediately evident to my eyes. Placed flat on the white satin of her dress, the two hands of that singer were the two hands of a skeleton: two sets of knuckle-bones gloved in white suede. They might have been drawn by Albrecht
Durer: the ten fingers of an evil dead woman, fitted at the ends of the two overlong and excessively thin arms of a mannequin...

And while that room convulsed with laughter and thrilled with pleasure, g ~ Jean Lorrain

There was a species of middle pretty who smiled at everything: happy smile, disappointed smile, you're-in-trouble smile. ~ Scott Westerfeld

...but Marcel in the novel does not merely remember what happened to him when he was younger and lived the life of a dilettante, in most cases he invents, he speculates, imagines makes up stories about himself and the other characters in the novel. Yes, Marcel constantly invents, right before our eyes, what he thinks happened, or might have happened, or ought to have happened, especially since, in many instances, he was not present himself to witness what happened, or if he was present he was unable to hear or see what was happening. That is, in fact, the key to this novel: that Marcel does not simply remember what he tells us, but that he speculates on the basis of what he thinks he remembers. Therefore, it is not memory but imagination that engenders the novel. A la recherche du temps perdu is not simply a work of fiction that looks backward to retrieve the past, it is above all a novel that looks forward towards its own future, towards its own making, as it reflects on its creative process. And that is also true of much contemporary fiction, or what has been called New Fiction, Metafiction, Anti-fiction, Postmodern Fiction, or Surfiction. ~ Raymond Federman

There is nothing more innately human than the tendency to transmute what has become customary into what has been divinely ordained. ~ Suzanne La Follette

A spring sun was shining on the rue St. Honore, as I ran down the church steps. On one corner stood a barrow full of yellow jonquils, pale violets from the Riviera, dark Russian violets, and white Roman hyacinths in a golden cloud of mimosa. The street was full of Sunday pleasure-seekers. I swung my cane and laughed with the rest. Someone overtook and passed me. He never turned, but there was the same deadly malignity in his white profile that there had been in his eyes. I watched him as long as I could see him. His lithe back expressed the same menace; every step that carried him away from me seemed to bear him on some errand connected with my destruction.

I was creeping along, my feet almost refusing to move. There began to dawn in me a sense of responsibility for something long forgotten. It began to seem as if I deserved that which he threatened: it reached a long way back - a long, long way back. It had lain dormant all these. years: it was there though, and presently it would rise and confront me. But I would try to escape; and I stumbled as best I could into the rue de Rivioli, across the Place de la Concorde and on to the Quai. I looked with sick eyes upon the sun, shining through the white foam of the fountain, pouring over the backs of the dusky bronze river-gods, on the far-away Arc, a structure of amethyst mist, on the countless vistas of grey stems and bare branches faintly green. Then I saw him again coming down one of the chestnut alleys of the Cours ~ Robert W. Chambers

I can handle Evil, but I cannot handle Anticipation. ~ Gabbo De La Parra

But sometimes Belbo, when he became really angry, lost his composure. Since loss of composure was the one thing he could not tolerate in others, his own was wholly internal - and regional. He would purse his lips, raise his eyes, then look down, tilt his head to the left, and say in a soft voice: "Ma gavte la nata." For anyone who didn't know that Piedmontese expression, he would occasionally explain: "Ma gavte la nata. Take out the cork." You say it to one who is full of himself, the idea being that what causes him to swell and strut is the pressure of a cork stuck in his behind. Remove it, and phsssssh, he returns to the human condition. ~ Umberto Eco

Cherchez la femme, Bucky. Remember that. ~ James Ellroy

A man is thirty years old before he has any settled thoughts of his fortune; it is not completed before fifty. He falls to building in his old age, and dies by the time his house is in a condition to be painted and glazed. ~ Jean De La Bruyere

He wasn't perfect, but he was perfect for her. ~ Melissa De La Cruz

Look, people need to conform the external reality they face daily with this subjective feeling they likewise experience constantly. To do this they have two options. First, they can achieve what passes for great things. Now the external reality matches their feeling; they really are better than the rest and maybe they'll even be remembered as such. These are the ambitious people, the overachievers. These are also, however, the people who go on these abominable talk shows where they can trade their psychoses for exposure on that box, modernity's ultimate achievement. Not that this tact, being ambitious, is not the preferred course of action. The reason is it's the equivalent of sticking your neck out which we all know is dangerous. Instead many act like they have no ambition whatsoever. Their necks come back in and they're safe. Only problem is now they're at everyone else's level, which we've seen is untenable. The remedy of course is that everyone else needs to be sunk. This helps explain racism's enduring popularity. If I myself don't appear to be markedly superior to everyone else at least I'm part of the better race, country, religion et cetera. This in turn reflects well on my individual worth. There are other options, of course. For example, you can constantly bemoan others' lack of moral worth by extension elevating yourself. Think of the average person's reaction to our clients. Do these people strike you as so truly righteous that they are viscerally pained by our cl ~ Sergio De La Pava

A hare is not caught with a drum. ~ Jean De La Fontaine

From a distance it is something; and nearby it is nothing. ~ Jean De La Fontaine

I am not interested in shock tactics. I just want to make beautiful clothes. ~ Oscar De La Renta

Flattery is a counterfeit money which, but for vanity, would have no circulation. ~ Francois De La Rochefoucauld

The more you genuinely praise people in your consciousness, the easier it is to tune into your own inner joy. ~ Christopher Dines

Do that again." My breasts felt heavy, hard nipples cruelly contained. Bad underwear. I needed to burn my bras. "What ... this?" His amazing dick did as told, striking me in exactly the right place, lighting me up like I was electric. "God." My eyes rolled back into my head. "Yes, yes, yes." "I think you like my cock. ~ Kylie Scott

Cojones: it's a thing you either have or don't. ~ Gabbo De La Parra

The height of ability in the least able consists in knowing how to submit to the good leadership of others. ~ Francois De La Rochefoucauld

A person well satisfied with themselves is seldom satisfied with others, and others, rarely are with them. ~ Francois De La Rochefoucauld

The defects of the mind, like those of the face, grow worse with age. ~ Francois De La Rochefoucauld

But even if we're together, it will only kill Jack." -Sky
"If he will take the risk to be with you, who are you to tell him what to do with his life?" -Allegra ~ Melissa De La Cruz

Hollywood was always heartbreak town, though most of the world fancied it to be Shangri-La, King Solomon's mines, and Fort Knox rolled into one big ball of 24-karat gold. ~ Hedda Hopper

The breeding we give young people is ordinarily but an additional self-love, by which we make them have a better opinion of themselves. ~ Francois De La Rochefoucauld

When you have a strong conservative streak in your society," Zeyk would say, "which detaches itself from the progressive streak, that's when you get the worst kinds of civil wars. As in the conflict in Colombia that they called La Violencia, for instance. A civil war that became a complete breakdown of the state, a chaos that no one could understand, much less control. ~ Kim Stanley Robinson

The humble person has nothing to lose and nothing to gain. If she is praised, she feels that it is humility, and not herself, that is being praised. If she is criticized, she feels that bringing her faults to light is a great favor. "Few people are wise enough to prefer useful criticism to treacherous praise," wrote La Rochefoucauld, echoing the Tibetan sages who are pleased to recall that "the best teaching is that which unmasks our hidden faults." Free of hope and fear alike, the humble person remains lighthearted. ~ Matthieu Ricard

As great minds have the faculty of saying a great deal in a few words, so lesser minds have a talent of talking much, and saying nothing. ~ Francois De La Rochefoucauld