Favela Quotes

#1. I classify Sao Paolo this way: The Governor's Palace is the living room. The mayor's office is the dining room and the city is the garden. And the favela is the back yard where they throw the garbage.

Carolina Maria De Jesus

#2. When I am in the city I have the impression that I am in a living room with crystal chandeliers, rugs of velvet, and satin cushions. And when I'm in the favela I have the impression that I'm a useless object, destined to be forever in a garbage dump.

Carolina Maria De Jesus

#3. The trouble with being quoted a lot is that it makes other people think you're quoting yourself when in fact you're merely repeating yourself.

Larry Wall

#4. Since you are so kind as to think of me, be so kind as to bring me a rose, for as none grow hereabouts, they are a kind of rarity.

Jeanne-Marie Leprince De Beaumont

#5. Oh, take the sense, sweet, of my innocence.
Love takes the meaning in love's conference. I mean that my heart unto yours is knit
So that but one heart we can make of it.

William Shakespeare

#6. This is fundamentally true of the media business, the rigmarole you go through while trying to make 25 movies while not seeing your kids.

Stacey Snider

#7. Now slides the silent meteor on, and leaves a shining furrow, as thy thoughts in me.

Now folds the lily all her sweetness up,
and slips into the bosom of the lake:
So fold thyself, my dearest, thou, and slip into my bosom and be lost in me.

Alfred Tennyson

#8. Tea Party people know that I stood against the Wall Street scam from Day One, that I voted against TARP, that I voted against repealing Glass-Steagall Act that kept these guys under some control.

Russ Feingold

#9. The ones who constantly make us laugh are the hardest of friends to know - for comedians are the caricatures among us.

Criss Jami

#10. Heavens, how charming it is! There is now in the sky only the soft vaporous color of pale citron - the last reflection of the sun which plunges into the dark blue of the night, going from green tones to a pale turquoise of an unheard-of fineness and a fluid delicacy quite indescribable ...

Jean-Baptiste-Camille Corot