欧宝娱乐

“Lisbon, to me,
is the Lisbon of Pessoa.
Just like London is Woolf鈥檚,
or rather, Mrs. Dalloway鈥檚.
Barcelona is Gaud铆's
and Rome is da Vinci鈥檚.
You see them in every crevice
and hear their echoes
in every cathedral.
I鈥檇 like to be the child,
or rather, the mother of a city
but I neither have a home
nor a resting place.
My race is humankind.
My religion is kindness.
My work is love
and, well, my city
is the walls of your heart.”
― Kamand Kojouri

“War is ever the folly of the ignorant. But I have seen much to convince me some wars must be fought, to the bitterest end if need be.”
― Anthony Ryan, Queen of Fire

“Let me put it this way. Canada is not so much a country as a holding tank filled with the disgruntled progeny of defeated peoples.”
― Mordecai Richler

“Ukanda wa Gaza ni jimbo lenye miji minne na kambi mbalimbali za wakimbizi za Umoja wa Mataifa 鈥� lenye urefu wa kati ya kilometa 41 au maili 25 na lenye upana wa kati ya kilometa 6 mpaka 12 au maili 3.7 mpaka 7.5, pamoja na eneo la jumla la kilometa za mraba 365 au maili za mraba 141. Jimbo hili liliwahi kutawaliwa na Wamisri, Wakaanani, Waisraeli, Wasiria, Wababelonia, Wagiriki, Warumi, Waturuki, Waingereza, na Wapalestina, na limekuwa uwanja wa vita kwa karne nyingi kwa sababu za kidini na kihistoria. Ukanda wa Gaza uko chini ya Palestina. Uko chini ya serikali ya Hamas.”
― Enock Maregesi

“小褌芯谢褜泻芯 谢械褌 锌褉芯褕谢芯, 邪 芯薪 芯褌褔械褌谢懈胁芯 锌芯屑薪懈谢, 泻邪泻, 褍褏芯写褟 锌芯蟹写薪芯 胁械褔械褉芯屑 懈蟹 泻谢邪褋褋邪, 胁褘褏芯写懈谢 薪邪 褌械屑薪褍褞 褍谢懈褑褍... 懈 写褍屑邪谢, 褔褌芯 斜芯谢褜褕械 锌芯谢芯胁懈薪褘 卸懈蟹薪懈 褔械谢芯胁械泻 胁 锌褉芯胁懈薪褑懈懈 薪械 胁懈写懈褌 褋胁芯械泄 褌械薪懈 懈蟹-蟹邪 褋锌谢芯褕薪芯泄 褌械屑薪芯褌褘.

袗 胁械写褜 胁 芯褌斜褉邪褋褘胁邪薪懈懈 褌械薪懈 褋芯泻褉褘褌芯 斜芯谢褜褕械, 褔械屑 泻邪卸械褌褋褟. 袝褋谢懈 褏芯褌懈褌械, 褌械薪褜 鈥� 褝褌芯 褋锌芯褋芯斜 懈写械薪褌懈褎懈泻邪褑懈懈 褋械斜褟 胁 屑懈褉械. 袗 锌芯 褔邪褋褌懈 褋邪屑芯芯锌褉械写械谢械薪懈褟 褍 屑薪芯谐懈褏 谢褞写械泄 褑邪褉懈谢邪 褌邪泻邪褟 卸械 褌褜屑邪, 泻邪泻 薪邪 薪械芯褋胁械褖械薪薪褘褏 褍谢懈褑邪褏 锌褉芯胁懈薪褑懈邪谢褜薪芯谐芯 谐芯褉芯写泻邪.”
― 袦邪泻褋懈屑 袘褍褌褔械薪泻芯, 啸褍写芯卸薪懈泻 胁芯泄薪褘

“Mercy is the province of cowards.”
― Amie Kaufman

“The night of 'the look' on the avenue de New York. People drift along not seeing each other. It is like a vernissage without paintings. It could be the Exterminating Angel or 'Pure Festival' - pure in the sense of Virilio's 'pure war' - on screen. The only hot spot is the trap-door through which the champagne arrives. Peculiar feverish, power-mad tribe, dissolute yet oversensitive, metaphysics with infrared lighting. Nothing in their gaze, everything in the way they look, nothing in their eyes, everything in the decibel level.

The gentle air of the Piazza Navona in December, with the acetylene lamps and the reflections of the turquoise water on the Bernini horses. A beauty that is purely Roman. In the Campo dei Fiori someone has laid fresh flowers at the foot of the statue of Giordano Bruno, burned for heresy on this very spot four centuries ago. The touching loyalty of the Roman people; where else would you see such a thing? The hot December multitudes spill out into the street: Christmas is almost as mild here as in Brazil. The city is only beautiful when the crowd invades it. So many people on the streets always gives the impression of a silent uprising. Everyone walks along in the luminous muted buzz of voices and the narrow streets. Everything is transformed into a silent opera, a theatrical geometry. Everything sings in this part of the city.”
― Jean Baudrillard, Cool Memories