Maria Francesca Spatolisano Quotes

There are days when I go out on the court and I feel like I can't miss a ball. ~ Maria Sharapova

Skewer is just too vague. I think if you say, 'Stand back or I'll stab him in the stomach,' then I have an idea about how serious you are. After all, Leif's stomach is his favorite body part so that's a decent threat. ~ Maria V. Snyder

Whether it be the singing of a lamp or the voice of a storm, whether it be the breath of an evening or the groan of the ocean - whatever surrounds you, a broad melody always wakes behind you, woven out of a thousand voices, where there is room for your own solo only here and there. To know when you need to join in: that is the secret of your solitude: just as the art of true interactions with others is to let yourself fall away from high words into a single common melody. ~ Rainer Maria Rilke

She smiles at me. "You know, a secret is only half as heavy if you have some one to carry it with you. ~ Adrienne Maria Vrettos

The greatness of the human personality begins at the hour of birth. ~ Maria Montessori

Every man who takes a part in politics, especially in times when parties run high, must expect to be abused; they must bear it; and their friends must learn to bear it for them. ~ Maria Edgeworth

Today I will pursue Francesca. And she will run if she knows what's good for her. ~ J.L. Vallance

The principal agent is the object itself and not the instruction given by the teacher. It is the child who uses the objects; it is the child who is active, and not the teacher. ~ Maria Montessori

She drew so many monsters that she became a monster herself. ~ Francesca Zappia

And you should not let yourself be confused in your solitude by the fact that there is something in you that wants to move out of it. ~ Rainer Maria Rilke

When you are about to die a montage of your family and friends fast forwards until your mind flashes quickly to the person you love and what you last said to them. If it was loving, you die in peace. Life was and always will be about love. ~ Maria Dorfner

Valek coalesced from the shadows and wrapped me in his long lean arms. I soaked in his musky smell, listening to his heart beat. Strong and steady. No indication that he had been sneaking around. ~ Maria V. Snyder

Nathan called all shiksas Maria
the explanation seemed as ludicrously simple as that. ~ Philip Roth

You own a dress that won't make my dick get hard?"
Her eyes got squinty, but her mouth stayed closed.
"Can I take that as a no?" he pushed.
"FYI, women don't like it when men talk like that, Benny Bianchi."
"Bullshit, Francesca Concetti. They fuckin' love that shit. ~ Kristen Ashley

Understand I will quietly slip away from the noisy crowd when I see the pale stars rising, blooming over the oaks.
I'll pursue the solitary pathways of the twilight meadows with only this one dream. You come too. ~ Rainer Maria Rilke

All around me insisted that my doubts proved only my own ignorance and sinfulness; that they knew by experience they would soon give place to true knowledge, and an advance in religion; and I felt something like indecision. ~ Maria Monk

I feel bad about that, that I worship celebrities ... but their moods create weather. ~ Maria Bamford

Back so soon?" he asked. "Too bad. I was just about to organize a search for your dead body. What happened when you knocked on the southerner magician's door to sacrifice yourself? Did they kick you out, thinking you too half-witted to waste their time on? ~ Maria V. Snyder

A child is an eager observer and is particularly attracted by the actions of the adults and wants to imitate them. In this regard an adult can have a kind of mission. He can be an inspiration for the child's actions, a kind of open book wherein a child can learn how to direct his own movements. But an adult, if he is to afford proper guidance, must always be calm and act slowly so that the child who is watching him can clearly see his actions in all their particulars. ~ Maria Montessori

You couldn't wait for that; you were there, and everything that is barely measurable ― an emotion that rises by half a degree, the angle of deflection, read off from up close, of a will burdened by an almost infinitesimal weight, the slight cloudiness in a drop of longing, and that barely perceptible color-change in an atom of confidence ― all this you had to determine and record. For it is in such reactions that life existed, our life, which has slipped into us, had drawn back inside us so deeply that it was hardly possible even to make conjectures about it any more. ~ Rainer Maria Rilke

Death is a butterfly in it's cocoon waiting to fly ... ~ Maria Housden

And then the two-second gaps started. If you don't understand how tragic and annoying this is, seriously, start singing along to "Sun King." Toward the end, you're singing all sleepy in Spanish, gearing up to start grooving to "Mean Mr. Mustard," because what makes the end of "Sun King" so great is you're drifting along, but at the same time you're anticipating Ringo's drums, which kick in on "Mean Mr. Mustard," and it turns funky. But if you don't uncheck the box on iTunes, you get to the end of "Sun King" and then
HARSH DIGITAL TWO-SECOND SILENCE. ~ Maria Semple

No one can advise and help you, no one. There is only one way: go within. ~ Rainer Maria Rilke

If you don't know where you come from, you don't know who you are. ~ Maria Sharapova

Everyone once, once only. Just once and no more. And we also once. Never again. But this having been once, although only once, to have been of the earth, seems irrevocable. ~ Rainer Maria Rilke

The deep parts of my life pour onward, as if the river shores were opening out. I feel closer to what language can't reach. With my senses, as with birds, I climb into the windy heaven ... in the ponds broken off from the sky ... ~ Rainer Maria Rilke

A carefree letting go of oneself, not a caution, but a wise blindness. ~ Rainer Maria Rilke

They are more human and more brotherly towards one another, it seems to me, than we are. But perhaps that is merely because they feel themselves to be more unfortunate than us. ~ Erich Maria Remarque

Well, she can go to hell with her whispering and her words. You believe in a miracle, but really it just comes down to loaves of bread. ~ Erich Maria Remarque

Do not allow yourself to be misled by the surfaces of things ~ Rainer Maria Rilke

Do not erase the designs the child makes in the soft wax of his inner life. ~ Maria Montessori

She's tired and leans her head on his shoulder, which is the resting place for all their heads, but when Justine and Siobhan and Francesca use his body so shamelessly he doesn't feel the need to turn his head and press his mouth against their hair. ~ Melina Marchetta

Praise the world to the angel, not what can't be talked about.
You can't impress him with your grand emotions. In the grand cosmos
where he so intensely feels, you're just a novice. So show
him some simple thing shaped for generation after generation
until it lives in our hands and in our eyes, and it's ours.
Tell him about things. He'll stand amazed, just as you did
beside the ropemaker in Rome or the potter on the Nile.
Show him how happy a thing can be, how innocent and ours;
how even grief's lament purely determines its own shape,
serves as a thing, or dies in a thing - and escapes
In ecstasy beyond the violin. ~ Rainer Maria Rilke

Of course, everyone knows my story of being born in Russia and moving to the United States at 7. For a few years people would say, 'Well, she's living in the United States, but she's Russian.' ~ Maria Sharapova

It is hard to describe the thrill of creative joy which the artist feels when the conviction seizes her that at last she has caught the very soul of the character she wishes to portray, in the music and action which reveal it. ~ Maria Jeritza

Cole turned and went down the stairs to wait for the inevitable. Soon Blake would descend the stairs and into madness.
But Blake had only taken his favorite parts from Cole's little speech. Livia had tried to find him. Livia needed him to keep her safe. Blake turned to face the organ. The keys had danced mockingly like disjointed puzzle pieces before, but now…Now they waited obediently. His hands knew them. His hands could sweep them together and create.
So he did.
He leapt right over the Ave Maria as if Livia held his hand to help him jump.
No more Ave Maria.
His hands flew over the organ, composing, painting, revealing all that was within him. Blake would show Livia all he had inside for her. If she was looking for him, she didn't hate him. If she was looking for him, he was allowed to love her.
Even if Cole was right and Blake didn't have the common sense to be with her, he could watch her, like a knight and his queen. He could protect her so she never faced anyone like Dentist again.
Blake was allowed to love Livia. And he did.
Blake loves Livia. ~ Debra Anastasia

Absinthe, or wormwood, the liquorice-flavoured, plant-based liqueur, had been popular in France throughout the 19th century. Though the drink was of Swiss origin, heavy tax on import had encouraged H.L. Pernod to start producing it commercially in France at the end of the 18th century.12 It was a tremendous success, and as the 19th century unfolded, its popularity soared. Exceedingly potent, it was closer to a soft drug than a drink. 'The drunkenness it gives does not resemble any known drunkenness,' bemoaned Alfred Delvau. 'It makes you lose your footing right away […] You think you are headed towards infinity, like all great dreamers, and you are only headed towards incoherence.'13 In excess, absinthe could have a fatal effect on the nervous system, and by the time Maria started attending the bars and cafés where it was served, it had become a national curse. A favourite drink among the working classes precisely because of its relative cheapness for the effect produced, absinthe became the scapegoat for a host of social ills, not least the Commune.
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Absinthe found a dedicated following among artists, writers and poets (including Charles Baudelaire), for whom the liquor became the entrancing 'green fairy'. Its popularity in these circles was due primarily to its intoxicating effect, but also because its consumption was accompanied by a curious ritual which appealed to quirky individuals with a taste for the extraordinary. To counteract the drink's inherent bit ~ Catherine Hewitt

Cautiously, the mouth applied to the valve, I breathe. The gas still creeps over the ground and sinks into all hollows. Like a big, soft jellyfish it floats into our shell-hole and lolls there obscenely. ~ Erich Maria Remarque

Living with your decision must be hard. Nothing I or anyone can say will give you any peace. You must reconcile your actions in your heart. ~ Maria V. Snyder

Poetic power is great, strong as a primitive instinct; it has its own unyielding rhythms in itself and breaks out as out of mountains. ~ Rainer Maria Rilke

Well, no, Sister Brannigan was the one putting her name on the checks to the cemetery. Someone else was making the deposits into her personal account." "But now that she's gone?" "I suppose the Neapolitan benefactor will have to find someone else if he wants to remain anonymous." Bree snorted, "For a second I thought maybe it might be Bernardo." "Well, why not? I mean, a little bank fraud isn't likely to keep my father up at night," Alessandro said. "But he's in New York," Bree reminded him. "Geography, darling?" Alessandro asked amused. "You say that with such pride it scares me," Bree said rolling her eyes. "I love you too," Alessandro smiled. "But no. If he was, why let us go off on this whole journey?" "It's Bernardo. If there's something I've learned about your father it's that the rules of logic don't apply to him. Or any other kind of rules," Bree added, "Maybe this is all some kind of big elaborate plan and we're gonna go home and find out he's been keeping Francesca and Adriano frozen in his basement in one of those sci-fi freezers that they say you can buy and use to come back to life in a hundred years." Alessandro shook his head at her, not impressed with her sense of humour. ~ E. Jamie

People tend to think when you're on dramatic films, that it's all so heavy, but it's really not when you're working with great actors. ~ Maria Bello

Teach by teaching, not by correcting ~ Maria Montessori

All the things that live within you find their place, in character and story, once you tap into that other space that is the creative writing space. ~ Francesca Gregorini

Tennis has never been the most important thing in my life. My family, my health, my happiness ... they are more important to me. On court, I want to win. Off court, I want to be a better person. Tennis is a path to my future. ~ Maria Sharapova

The only recreation there allowed, however, is that of the mind, and of this there is but little. ~ Maria Monk

The chief symptom of adolescence is a state of expectation, a tendency towards creative work, and a need for the strengthening of self-confidence. Suddenly, the child becomes very sensitive to the rudeness and humiliations which he had previously suffered with patient indifference. ~ Maria Montessori

Why does everyone see me as a sink when I am an ocean? ~ Maria Elena

Lavender Lady not go again," Kiki said in my mind.
"I'll try to avoid it. No promises, though."
She huffed. "Next time Kiki go."
"A Horsefinder?"
"Help Lavender Lady. ~ Maria V. Snyder