Avrai Testo Quotes & Sayings

Pressed up against the rear wall, half hidden by shirts and dresses dangling from hangers, was a tall, thin girl with wide, terrified eyes. Her hands were wrapped around the muzzle of a small, wildly squirming dog. — Jeanne DuPrau

Kings struggle to rule over nations,
men struggle to rule over themselves;
God effortlessly rules the universe. — Matshona Dhliwayo

Educate a woman, you educate a nation, — Phumzile Mlambo-Ngcuka

Edward: So the lion fell in love with the lamb.
Bella:What a stupid lamb.
Edward:What a sick masochistic lion. — Stephanie Meyer

So much of the United State's political relationship with Israel is based on culture. Israel is the only Westernized culture in the region and the Middle Eastern countries bordering Israel are Arab, which is a totally different society. Even though Israel doesn't exactly feel like the United States, by comparison to its neighbors it's very Western. — Jill Soloway

I would like just one time to be on the cover of Italian Vogue. — Adriana Lima

I try to be a nice person, but it's difficult sometimes. — Jack Gleeson

This short interval was sufficient to determine d'Artagnan on the part he was to take. It was one of those events which decide the life of a man; it was a choice between the king and the cardinal - the choice made, it must be persisted in. To fight, that was to disobey the law, that was to risk his head, that was to make at one blow an enemy of a minister more powerful than the king himself. All this young man perceived, and yet, to his praise we speak it, he did not hesitate a second. Turning towards Athos and his friends, "Gentlemen," said he, "allow me to correct your words, if you please. You said you were but three, but it appears to me we are four." "But you are not one of us," said Porthos. "That's true," replied d'Artagnan; "I have not the uniform, but I have the spirit. My heart is that of a Musketeer; I feel it, monsieur, and that impels me on." "Withdraw, — Alexandre Dumas

I leaned against the desk, ran my hand over my father's paperwork, and picked up a pen. Turning around, I shoved it into my father's hand.
"What's this?" he asked, raising a brow.
"You'll need it to sign my death certificate," I said, pain vibrating my veins against my muscles and bones. "Are we done now?" (Eric) — Shannon A. Thompson