Federico Fellini Quotes

My sun sets to rise again.

My sun sets to rise again.

When the wires are all down and your heart is covered with the snows of pessimism and the ice of cynicism, then, and only then, have you grown old.

People don't believe in positive changes anymore.

For great as the powers of destruction may be, greater still, are the powers of healing.

There is a powerful need for people to feel that gust of hope rise up again.

With the coming of spring, I am calm again.

And so we remained till the red of the dawn began to fall through the snow gloom. I was desolate and afraid, and full of woe and terror. But when that beautiful sun began to climb the horizon life was to me again.

Spring is when you feel like whistling even with a shoe full of slush.

Every day you must arise and say to your heart, I have suffered enough and now I must live because the light of the sun must not be wasted, it must not be lost without an eye to appreciate it.

On the other hand, I believe there's hope, because the breakdown and the repair are happening simultaneously.

Today is a new day for the land.

That is one good thing about this world... there are always sure to be more springs.

One does not set fire to a world which is already lost.

The children have been a wonderful gift to me, and I'm thankful to have once again seen our world through their eyes. They restore my faith in the family's future.

The cool wind blew in my face and all at once I felt as if I had shed dullness from myself. Before me lay a long gray line with a black mark down the center. The birds were singing. It was spring.

These happy endings all express the weak and sly promise that the world is not rotten and out of joint but meaningful and ultimately in excellent condition.

I love better to count time from spring to spring; it seems to me far more cheerful to reckon the year by blossoms than by blight.

The last couple of years have been a write-off, though I'm beginning to feel like a person now. My energy is coming back.

It's necessary to give birth to hope again.

Renaissance always comes out of depression.

Life is passion, celebration in the face of chaos, light in the face of darkness, hope in the face of despair, and joy, for the universe without life feels nothing, is nothing, and does nothing except slowly die.

Spring drew on... and a greenness grew over those brown beds, which, freshening daily, suggested the thought that hope traversed them at night and left each morning brighter traces of her steps.

And our problems will crumble apart, the soul / blow through like a wind, and here where we live will all be clean again, with fresh bread on the table.