Hotel Zaza Quotes

#1. Life within the Kremlin was shrouded in impenetrable secrecy.

Harrison Salisbury

#2. I've always believed that conservatism is the politics of reality, and that reality ultimately asserts itself in a reasonably free society, in behalf of the conservative position.

William F. Buckley Jr.

#3. That soul-subduing sentiment, harshly called flirtation, which is the spell of a country house.

Benjamin Disraeli

#4. I watched women file in, hoping each new one in a smart dress suit was a fairy godmother carrying my new fate. I'd catch her glance as she passed, hoping she'd see the star pattern in my eyes. Oh, it's you. I found you. Does every child have this fantasy - or just the sad ones?

Sarah Hepola

#5. A defeatist attitude was not in his gene pool.

DiAnn Mills

#6. We see the world through the lens of all our experiences; that is a fundamental part of the human condition.

Madeleine M. Kunin

#7. To capture the enemy's entire army is better than to destroy it; to take intact a regiment, a company, or a squad is better than to destroy them. For to win one hundred victories in one hundred battles is not the supreme of excellence. To subdue the enemy without fighting is the supreme excellence.

Sun Tzu

#8. Don't make me come out there and spray you, blanco.
I point at my one eye.
Better have some sharpshooter fucking aim you want that shit to do any good.

Charlie Huston

#9. I charge thee, hence, and do not haunt me thus.

William Shakespeare

#10. Come on. Stand up. Get up. Don't give up. Never give up. Never never ever give up!

Nikki Rosen

#11. Nobody has the right to remove any single experience from another. Life and death are promised. We have a right to pain.

John Steinbeck

#12. Not a word was spoken. The church bells all were broken.

Don McLean

#13. The egocentric is always frustrated, simply because the condition of self-perfection is self-surrender. There must be a willingness to die to the lower part of self, before there can be a birth to the nobler.

Fulton J. Sheen

#14. How sickly grow, How pale, the plants in those ill-fated vales That, circled round with the gigantic heap Of mountains, never felt, nor ever hope To feel, the genial vigor of the sun!

John Armstrong