Justice divine has weighed: the doom is clear. All hope renounce, ye lost, who enter here.

The more souls who resonate together, the greater the intensity of their love... and, mirror-like... each soul reflects the other.

The path to paradise begins in hell.

L'amor che move il sole e l'altre stelle (The love that moves the sun and the other stars)

There is a gentle thought that often springs to life in me, because it speaks of you.

Remember tonight... for it is the beginning of always.

The secret of getting things done is to act!

Follow your path, and let the people talk.

Three things remain with us from paradise: stars, flowers and children.

In the middle of the journey of our life I came to myself within a dark wood where the straight way was lost.

Beauty awakens the soul to act.

We are moved to respond to the fact of human brilliance, human depth in all its variety because it is the most wonderful thing in the world, very probably the most wonderful thing in the universe.

Mozart would play a counterpart with his left hand while using his right to mock it. It was blue, dark, shadowy - and it made me feel something. That's when I realized music was inside me.

I try to encourage actors to work harder off screen because that's where you find things.

Say heat. Say wet between my legs. Say legs. Seriously, I want you to. Stockings. Whisper it. The word is meant to be whispered.

It is from a weakness and smallness of mind that men are opinionated; and we are very loath to believe what we are not able to comprehend.

When you're writing, you're demented, alone, and full of doubt. It feels dangerous.

She open her eyes and met his. The impact was so strong he was amazed that his figures continued playing with out pause.

Cuvier had preceded Lamarck in specifying the kinds and degrees of variation, which his own observations and critical judgment of the reports of others led him to admit.

It is a very important matter, as a woman, to juggle everything... Your professional life, family, children etc.

In thigh-high yellow leather boots Plump Saphonisba strides. Too bad that, just to hide her calves, Two calves have lost their hides.