Aria Quotes

Aria Quote of the day

Why should I? When someone insulted Caruso, did he sing an aria for him?

My arias make me take off as if I were on a trampoline.

Mike drank straight from the carton, wiped his mouth, and stared at her. "You've been acting freaky. Are you high? Can I have some if you are?

Youth has many glories, but judgement is not one of them, and no amount of electronic amplification can turn a belch into an aria.

Nobody learns a German aria overnight, except Jared Harris.

For many years, I thought a poem was a whisper overheard, not an aria heard.

The aria, after all, is the soul of opera.

My father was an American who could cuss in Italian and make an aria out of it. It was wonderful to watch. But then again, he was a Gemini. I believe in that stuff.

Dictatorship is always merely an aria, never an opera.

Writing is a performance, like singing an aria or dancing a jig

I kind of have to go to the bathroom," Aria said woozily. Ezra smiled. "Can I come?

If I were an opera singer, I"d have sung you an aria. If I were an artist, I would have painted your portrait. But cooking is what I'm best at.

I was born singing. Most babies cry, I sang an aria.

Geoff Nelder's ARIA has the right stuff. He makes us ask the most important question in science fiction-the one about the true limits of personal responsibility.

What I was trying to say, ” he whispered, “is that I see you in everything. There isn’t a word for you that means enough, because you’re everything to me.

His smile banished my loneliness and limbed the hollows of my anema with starlight, pure and bright...his touch hummed in my bones like an aria -- a song to my dance, a beginning of a promise.

I'm not taken and you needn't worry yourself about sharing me because I'm not asking you to. -Aria Cason

Sure, scars can be painfull to look at, reminding you where you've been, but they also remind you of how far you've come.

To be happy to be sad and sad to be happy is to sing an echo in that beautiful language called Sorrow.

Her hand holding his for a dozen paces. His, resting on the small of her back for a moment. Touches that had no real purpose but to say I’m here and We are together still.