Bissanti Real Estate Quotes & Sayings

Jackass, jackass on the wall, where's the info on Hex Hall? — Rachel Hawkins

The joy of those years had its own integrity, and Kate existed within that. She could not be touched by the misery caused by her own death. — Paul Harding

The creation myth is a Darwinian device for survival. — Edward O. Wilson

I'm part wood nymph. I require mountains and warm, dense patches of moss to thrive. — Vera Farmiga

Before I spoke with people, I did not think of all these things because there was no one to bother to think them for. Now things just come out of my mouth which are true. — Bernard Pomerance

There are few things more overwhelming than love in hostile territory. — G. Willow Wilson

I write about what interests me. It's very dangerous when you try to satisfy an audience. — Jonathan Carroll

I leaned over to cover him with the blanket he had been promising to give away to charity for years, and I kissed his forehead, as if by doing so I could protect him from the invisible threads that kept him away from me, from that tiny apartment, and from my memories. As if I believed that with that kiss I could deceive time and convince it to pass us by, to return some other day, some other life. — Carlos Ruiz Zafon

Learning agility is the willingness and ability to learn, de-learn, and relearn. Limitations on learning are barriers invented by humans. — Pearl Zhu

Book love is something like romantic love. When we are reading a really great book, burdens feel lighter, cares seem smaller, and commonplaces are suddenly delightful. You become your best optimistic self. Like romantic love, book love fills you with a certain warmth and completeness. The world holds promise. — Steve Leveen

My senses down, when the true — Dante Alighieri

In that sleep and in sleeps to follow the judge did visit. Who would come other? A great shambling mutant, silent and serene. Whatever his antecedents he was something wholly other than their sum, nor was there system by which to divide him back into his origins for he would not go. Whoever would seek out his story through what unraveling of loins and ledgerbooks must stand at last darkened and dumb at the shore of a void without terminus or origin and whatever science he might bring to beat upon the dusty primal matter blowing down out of the millennia will discover no trace of any ultimate atavistic egg by which to reckon his commencing. — Cormac McCarthy

Let us make up for lost time. Let us give to God the time that remains to us. — Alphonsus Liguori

Would a dead man touch you like this? — Shelly Thacker