Best 22 quotes of Ross Caligiuri on MyQuotes

As her feet beat the concrete ground beneath them, her chest began to ache. It had been a long time since she had run at a full sprint. She was, quite literally, running for her life, and leaving everything she had known before behind. Regardless of her past experiences, here she was, blindly following a girl, who was virtually a stranger, because she had promised to lead Eleanor to safety.

As with dreams, the vibration of strings walks us towards places we've never seen.

Believe against all odds, for this devotion has created art, the devil and gods.

Be what you must, because who you are is all of us.

Cherish your existence, for memories become legacies and life can change in an instant.

Eleanor had heard talk of the rebellion that existed inside the city of Constance before. Most of the information she gathered was considered an old fairy tale by the general public. There were a few stories here and there about people angered by their present living conditions, who had demanded that the center of Constance be held responsible for it. However, information was never passed between the five different sectors. Over the years the tales of the rebellion had become children’s bedtime stories, and people did not take them seriously.

Every decision you make in life will stem from one of two options: love or fear. Choose love.

Here we go,” Phoenix said, turning back to Nora. “Try not to let this room scare you.

How incredibly exciting this one meaningless thing can be, this life of yours.

If you feel like you don't fit into the world you inherited it is because you were born to help create a new one.

I'll see you in my dreams.

I'm the bridge jumping friend parents warned you about.

In order to fall asleep we must first close our eyes and pretend to be sleeping. Can the same be true for happiness and success?

Instead of searching for the solution, be the solution.

My dream is to create something so beautiful that it encourages people to present the best version of themselves to me everywhere I go.

Stand tall, my friends, when the fool comes around.

Thoughts become dreams. Dreams become reality. Reality becomes words. Words become stories. Stories inspire thoughts.

To completely understand me you must first accept that I am not you.

To struggle against the weight of sleep as reality eclipses the moon of your dreams is the purest sign of true love.

Try to think of it as though we are rewriting history––the first time this experience occurred you and I never kissed in this Dream Machine room. But now when we leave here, and open our eyes again near the wall around the center of Constance, that kiss will be included in our memories of the day we first met. We could spend a lifetime recreating this moment here, meanwhile, not a single second of our lives would slip by back in our reality. Time seems to move differently inside of our memories.

We crave someone to love, chase someone to hate, and demand someone else decide who receives which fate.

When did we revert back to sticks and shields, Uniform uniforms, stylized agenda reveals, Hiding behind glass with nods to our reflection, Blocking out the light that sparked the deception? Who do we see staring across the isle, A path once for feet now stretched into miles, Removed from our view to a place unseen, Forcing poisonous venom through a flickering screen? Where should we gather outside of the homes, But a place for the masses to manifest from their phones, The hatred and evil broadcasting the waves, Telling you daily, “Elvis lives and Jesus saves”? What could restart a flawed mental state, Built on cause and guilt for an unfulfilled faith In policy, redemption, a nation self aware, Our values compressed and trapped in despair? How can we rise with the odds in their favor, Sedated once more, still waiting for a Savior Willing to spare from thoughts profound? Stand tall, my friends, when the fool comes around.