Benfica Braga Quotes & Sayings

women are Gods, women are the life-breath — Loriliai Biernacki

Part of the far shore disappeared into a shimmer that looked like water. There was no certainty in seeing, no proof that what you saw was there or was not there. And the people of the Gulf expected all places were that way, and it was not strange to them. — John Steinbeck

Importantly, the demand for day-care services to be provided by social insurance came from textile workers and not from the Mexican feminist movement. — Michelle L. Dion

Only the nerds will save the earth. — John Hodgman

Next and hardy annuals are the ones that never come up at all. — Katharine Whitehorn

This election presents a stark choice - we can continue down the road of the Obama Democrats, more and more spending, debt and government control of the economy, or we can return to the founding principles of our nation - free markets, fiscal responsibility and individual liberty. — Ted Cruz

And English society was was not exactly welcoming to these rich newcomers: Imagine Kim Kardashian marrying Prince Henry today and you get the general idea of the suspicion and disdain that the Americans encountered. — Daisy Goodwin

Government can only reign over a classes-divided society. — Toba Beta

Being a good author is more important than being a best-selling one. — Tarang Sinha

A woman isn't a whore for wanting pleasure. If it were unnatural, we would not be born with such drives. — Nenia Campbell

But no matter how ferociously pitiable is the dried up graveyard, the sand and barrenness and the sluggish little stream have their own persistent individual damnation. The world is at least so constructed that its treasures may be damned each in a different manner and degree. — Mary MacLane

Just because you're paranoid, it doesn't mean there isn't an invisible demon about to eat your face. Harry Dresden — Jim Butcher

If there is no fog on the day you come home I will build a bonfire
So the smoke will make the cedars look the way you like them — Matthea Harvey

Winter walks up and down the town swinging his censer, but no smoke or sweetness comes from it, only the sour, metallic frankness of salt and snow. — Mary Oliver