Alentejo Region Quotes & Sayings

Sometimes we must all fall out of a tree. — Lauren Tarshis

I was patience defined, patience misspelled, patience sounded out slowly, letter by letter, with the t pronounced shh. — Miranda July

War is not the quintessential emergency in which man has to prove himself, as my generation learned at its school desks in the days of the Kaiser; rather, peace is the emergency in which we all have to prove ourselves. — Gustav Heinemann

Life has to be protected. It is precarious. I would even go so far as to say that precarious life is, in a way, a Jewish value for me. — Judith Butler

I keep my stand-up comedy notes in a pile on my desk. I don't organize my act. I keep myself in a state of confusion. It stresses me out, but I prefer creative chaos. — Joy Behar

Age is a kind of distance ... and age differences are irreconcilable, like the sides of a magnet that refuse to touch. — Rebecca Moore

Remain cheerful, For nothing destructive can pierce through The solid wall of cheerfulness. — Sri Chinmoy

Life exists to tell time — Kathleen Yearwood

What I eat turns into my body. What I read turns into my mind. — Mason Cooley

In love, happiness is an abnormal state. — Marcel Proust

I want someone to laugh with me, someone to be grave with me, someone to please me and help my discrimination with his or her own remark, and at times, no doubt, to admire my acuteness and penetration. — Robert Burns

We are not engaged in a complicated joke disguised as a religion. We are engaged in a religion disguised as a complicated joke. — Malaclypse The Younger

The two biggest things that translate from the pitching mound to hunting and fishing are patience and perseverance. When you're on the mound, you have to take the game one pitch at a time, regardless of the score, and that approach helps when I'm in the woods or on the water as well. — Jon Lester

Man is the only animal that when you pat him on the head, his head swells up. — Charles R. Swindoll

Reaching out, I grab his hand and intertwine my fingers with his. And I move into his space until we're not even an inch from each other. Laying my forehead on his chest, I take a deep breath and feel his whole body relax, as if tension is rolling off his body in waves.
I was always the kid who loved the smell of gasoline.
His free hand comes up, and his fingers slip through my hair before his hand settles between my shoulder blades.
"Ben," I say into his shirt.
"Janelle," he whispers back, and I can feel his mouth against my hair. I can feel him smile. — Elizabeth Norris