Boyama Sayfasi Quotes & Sayings

At my age, you sort of fart your way into a role. — Donald Sutherland

This was killing her. She had to break the silence. This was not natural. It was too awful. People were
meant to talk. — Julia Quinn

They were all day among the dunes and in the evening coming down from the last low sandhills to the plain below among catclaw and crucifixion thorn they were a parched and haggard lot man and beast. Harpie eagles flew up screaming from a dead mule and wheeled off westward into the sun as they led the horses out onto the plain. — Cormac McCarthy

I want story, wit, music, wryness, color, and a sense of reality in what I read, and I try to get it in what I write. — John D. MacDonald

I think that's nonsense. We're not snowflakes. We're just outputs for a set of inputs." I stop nodding. "Like a formula?" "Exactly like a formula." He props himself up to his elbows and looks at me. "I think there are one or two inputs that matter the most. Figure those out and you've figured out the person. You can predict anything about them. — Nicola Yoon

There's talk he's become emotionally unhinged. — Dianne Harman

I knew that Clara kept Carax's book in a glass cabinet by the arch of the balcony. I crept up to it. My plan, or my lack of it, was to lay my hands on the book, take it out of there, give it to that lunatic, and lose sight of him forever after. Nobody would notice the book's absence, except me. Carax's book was waiting for me, as it always did, its spine just visible at the end of a shelf. I took it in my hands and pressed it against my chest, as if embracing an old friend whom I was about to betray. Judas, I thought. I decided to leave the place without making Clara aware of my presence. I would take the book and disappear from Clara's life forever. Quietly, I stepped out of the library. The door of her bedroom was just visible at the end of the corridor ... I walked slowly up to the door. I put my fingers on the doorknob. My fingers trembled. I had arrived too late. I swallowed hard and opened the door. — Carlos Ruiz Zafon

When you're young, the blue blazer feels like a grown-up costume. — Willie Geist

I look a lot like my father when he was my age. — Troy Garity

I don't go to church much anymore, but Methodist values still wind me up and send me ticking into my daily life. — Mem Fox

My goodness, I'm like a hog at a trough! — Roxanne Snopek

I lost Susy thirteen years ago; I lost her mother
her incomparable mother!
five and a half years ago; Clara has gone away to live in Europe and now I have lost Jean. How poor I am, who was once so rich! ... Jean lies yonder, I sit here; we are strangers under our own roof; we kissed hands good-by at this door last night
and it was forever, we never suspecting it. She lies there, and I sit here
writing, busying myself, to keep my heart from breaking. How dazzling the sunshine is flooding the hills around! It is like a mockery. Seventy-four years ago twenty-four days. Seventy-four years old yesterday. Who can estimate my age today? — Mark Twain

Mr. Oklahoma Sex on Wheels — Cat Johnson

When people are divided, the only solution is agreement. — John Hume