Apostrofe Teclado Quotes & Sayings

The thought sometimes
the unpleasant thought sometimes creeps up on me here as to whether perhaps Khrushchev was not invited here to enable you to sort of rub him in your sauce and to show the might and the strength of the United States so as to make him sort of ... so as to make him shaky at the knees. If that is so, then if I came
if it took me about 12 hours to get here, I guess it'll just
it'll take no more than about 10½ hours to fly back. — Nikita Khrushchev

We haven't heard from you yet, Frau Vetter," said the commandant. "Oh yes ... yes ... I was supposed to call you, that number ... " I fumbled in my bag. "I wonder if I still have it ... " Did I really imagine that I could convince him I had misplaced his number the way I had "lost" my Nazi Red Cross pin? "The number is on your desk," he said with a smile. "Ah. Yes. In my office." "No. Not that desk. The antique desk with the brass fittings and feet like the claws of a lion, the desk you have in your apartment." In my mind's ear, I heard the fiend Goebbels laughing. — Edith Hahn Beer

If you can survive soviet union you will survive anywhere — Sunday Adelaja

Peace, Love, and Happiness.
--- Jimi Hendrix --- — Jimi Hendrix

Most people are afraid of what will happen when they go outside the lines. — K. Melissa Kennedy

Abortion is the insurance against that fate worse than death which is called a family. — Peter Kreeft

Some of the sweetest hours in life, in retrospect will be found to have been spent with books. — Ralph Waldo Emerson

I had the brief notion that his heart, pressed flat as a flower, crimson and thin as tissue paper, lay in this file. It was a very thin one. — Angela Carter

Sharing is caring, but I don't care. — Troye Sivan

We do not enjoy a story fully at the first reading. Not till the curiosity, the sheer narrative lust, has been given its sop and laid asleep, are we at leisure to savour the real beauties. — C.S. Lewis

Death will be late to bring us aid — William Carlos Williams

I really hate Squires. (Syra)
(She pulled another flat bolt out and loaded it, then shot it at Otto. Moving so fast he could hardly be seen, the Squire turned around and caught it without flinching. He held the bolt up to his nose and inhaled it lovingly.)
Mmm. Rose. My favorite. (Otto)
Perhaps we should leave you two alone. (Jess)
Yeah, this does remind me a bit of the mating rites of the mean and the surly. (Allen) — Sherrilyn Kenyon