Antropomorfismo In Italiano Quotes & Sayings

I'm not really into gourmet food; I'm the kind of guy who just stops by a place that looks good rather than heading for the restaurant of the moment. — Lee Child

Anxiety is like a telescope that captures light from distant stars that may have already died. Use it at your own risk to observe things that are within easy reach. — Elaine Orabona Foster

People talk about coincidence like it's some big thing. But it's not. We bump into one another all the time. Mostly I think people are just too blind to notice. — David Arnold

Stealthy approaches were hard to make through thigh-high drifts. — Lee Child

I've been through so much in my career in F1, particularly in 1995, and I did achieve so much that I thought that it's not worth it any more to push your luck further. [on his retirement — Mika Hakkinen

The thing that I've always been slightly frustrated with, was that the idea of a CD is kind of confined to a material possession that you can put on a shelf. And the idea of music, for me, is always about both the communication and the sharing of content. And so the interactive part is missing. — Yo-Yo Ma

But I fail to see how that (not buying gifts) would bring back the essence of Christmas. And I don't think it would affect retailers. Besides, that's part of the joy of Christmas ? to give someone a gift to show your appreciation for them. — Mathew Staver

A person likes to think of himself in a certain way, and when something happens that makes that no longer possible, you mourn the old self. The person you thought you were. — Laurell K. Hamilton

If we don't expect more from each other, hope better for each other, and recover from the hurt we've experienced, we are surely doomed. — Bryan Stephenson

It is utterly unfair," she said, shooing Wrigley away and
tossing aside her blanket, "that your country boy smile isn't
illegal." She pulled her feet from beneath him, but then she swung a leg over him and straddled his lap, still smiling at him while she took his cheeks in her hands and pressed a soft, open-lipped kiss to his mouth.
Will's pulse kicked up the tempo. He gripped her hips and
pushed against her, parted his lips to make way for her tongue.
Music exploded inside him. Electric guitars, keyboard, fiddle,
bongos. No words, just the white-hot melody of their bodies.
The intoxicating scent of her shampoo tickled his nose, but the intrigued woman scent was stronger - heady and spicy and everything.
He wanted her. — Jamie Farrell