Amarelas Ou Quotes & Sayings

Stanley Cup hockey comes around every year, when games start to count in multiples of best-of-seven series, and the players seem to put more attention into every pass, every check, every annoying little trick. — George Vecsey

Society has made us believe you should look like an 18-year-old model all your life. — Clint Eastwood

And then there was his love affair with my best friend, perhaps the only woman he'd ever seen drink several glasses of bai-jiu and smoke a half-pack of cigarettes in a single seating. Each dish that night had a special presentation, a colorful ring of carrots about the twice-fried eggplant, a garland of thinly-sliced chilies haloing the garlicky green beans, a well-placed broccoli head in the fish's open mouth. She smiled at him when he gave her one of his cigarettes, coyly lighting it with a subtle turn of the wrist, and after she took her first long drag, he motioned us up. Never to be repeated, he brought us back his narrow kitchen, a blackened wok bubbling over a powerful blue fire. Deftly splashing it with alcohol, he flipped the contents into the air and watched the flame dance across her eyes. — Megan Rich

Do you have a handkerchief?" she asked. "No," the prince said, looking amused. "I suppose you have servants who carry around that sort of thing in case you sneeze," she said. "You aren't carrying one either," he retorted. "I don't have room; my reticule is full of cheese." "I thought you had an interesting smell! Most ladies smell rather French. — Eloisa James

Not just the listeners, either. Miro had to be fair - he was as impatient with himself as they were. When he thought of the sheer effort involved in explaining a complicated idea, when he anticipated trying to form the words with lips and tongue and jaws that wouldn't obey him, when he thought of how long it would all take, he usually felt too weary to speak. His mind raced on and on, as fast as ever, thinking so many thoughts that at times Miro wanted his brain to shut down, to be silent and give him peace. But his thoughts remained his own, unshared. — Orson Scott Card

Nature meant for me a wife, a silly harmless household Dove, fond without art; and kind without deceit. — John Dryden