Adelitas Way Song Quotes & Sayings

What does love mean? It means, you're happy to see someone you love happy.. — Rhein Fathia

I can see the beauty of glass objects fully at the moment when they slip from my hand — Andrew Solomon

I'm writing a political comedy that takes place in Canada in Quebec. It's funny. Saying political comedy is a little redundant but it's a first. I've never done any comedy per se. — Philippe Falardeau

Rahel knew that this had happened because she had been hoping that it wouldn't. She hadn't learned to control her Hopes yet. — Arundhati Roy

How's your girlfriend?'
'Birgitta?' Harry was quiet, 'I don't know. She wont talk to me. Feeling terrible, I hope.'
'Why do you hope she's feeling terrible?'
'I hope she loves me, of course.'
Sandra emitted a rasping laugh. 'And how are you. Harry Holy?'
'Terrible.' Harry smiled sadly — Jo Nesbo

Somewhere on earth, there was always a book with an answer in it, and the best way to find that answer was to read every book you could get your hands on. — Karin Slaughter

This guy was making me tired. "Thanks for the afternoon's entertainment," I said. "I'll flush a copy of my bill down the toilet. You should be getting it in a couple of days. — John Swartzwelder

Diamonds - that'll shut her up ... for a minute! — Ron White

I usually sit around with the guitar in reach and grab it when I get an idea. Sometimes it lasts five minutes, and sometimes it lasts all day. — Alex Turner

You have not bought the right to a truthful answer: your truth has not bought it. Sincerity is not to be bought: it is given, if it comes at all - given or inflicted. And really, you cannot invade a man's privacy like that. — Patrick O'Brian

This being had only come to me, only manifested itself outside of activity and immediate enjoyment, on those rare occasions when the miracle of an analogy had made me escape the present. And only this being had the power to perform that task which had always defeated the efforts of my memory and my intellect, the power to make me rediscover days that were long past, the Time that was Lost. — Marcel Proust