Umberto Eco Quotes
After so many years even the fire of passion dies, and with it what was believed the light of the truth. Who of us is able to say now whether Hector or Achilles was right, Agamemnon or Priam, when they fought over the beauty of a woman who is now dust and ashes?
Umberto Eco
Quotes to Explore
My music is a little dark, and my lyrics are a little darker. Every day, I'm fighting towards the light.
Bebe Rexha
I've shot a lot of pilots that have never seen the light of day, jobs that have fallen apart or gotten canceled, so I'm really weary about what contracts I sign and where I swear my loyalty to.
D. J. Cotrona
Because you're not what I would have you be, I blind myself to who, in truth, you are.
Madeleine L'Engle
The truth is that I know very few novelists who have been satisfied with the adaptation of their books for the screen.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez
I try to think what the character is thinking. Then, hopefully, I begin to feel it. I act and react not because I'm recalling a dog killed by a fire engine, but because I'm concentrating on what the character is going through.
E. G. Marshall
I always felt that a scientist owes the world only one thing, and that is the truth as he sees it.
Hans Eysenck
A society that has no ideals, that discards the principles of humanitarianism, that abandons the fundamental rights and dignity of humanity, can only survive by denying truth, fairness and justice.
Ai Weiwei
It is to be all made of fantasy, All made of passion and all made of wishes, All adoration, duty, and observance, All humbleness, all patience and impatience, All purity, all trial, all observance
William Shakespeare
I never went to my high school dance, and didn't date much.
Kerri Strug
It requires real strength to love Man. And to love him despite all invitations to do otherwise, all provocations and all reasons why one should not.
L. Ron Hubbard
My house is modern, but I like my writing room to be old fashioned. I write on a little wooden secretary desk.
Janet Fitch
After so many years even the fire of passion dies, and with it what was believed the light of the truth. Who of us is able to say now whether Hector or Achilles was right, Agamemnon or Priam, when they fought over the beauty of a woman who is now dust and ashes?
Umberto Eco