Carezzare Quotes & Sayings

Cecil flashed a grin. "Quite. Plus your rather irritating habit of treating your superior officers as your, ah ... " Cecil paused, apparently groping again for just the right word.
"Equals?" Miles hazarded.
"Cattle," Cecil corrected judiciously. — Lois McMaster Bujold

As American education and intelligence becomes replaced by feelings and emotion, not seeing the forest for the trees has become a major problem. — Walter E. Williams

No one understood what his legend had cost him. — Julie Anne Long

One shouldn't be afraid of the humans. Well, I am not afraid of the humans, but of what is inhuman in them. — Ivo Andric

Money matters but less than we think and not in the way that we think. Family is important. So are friends. Envy is toxic. So is excessive thinking. Beaches are optional. Trust is not. Neither is gratitude. — Eric Weiner

We can approach belief from an intellectual path, but in the end, God must be taken on faith. Proofs are for things of this world, things in time and of time, not beyond time. — Dean Koontz

I'm making 20 times more with Vessel for doing the same amount of work, if not less, than with YouTube. — Anna Akana

All that comes to pass is as familiar and well known as the rose in spring, and the grape in summer. Of like fashion are sickness, death, calumny, intrigue, and all that gladdens or saddens the foolish. — Marcus Aurelius

THEY SAY THE best way to move on is to let go. As if letting go is the easy part. As if trying to dim or erase three years of memories, good and bad, is something you can do in one day. — Claire Contreras

Love, Allie concluded, wasn't blind, it simply saw alternate dimensions. — Neal Shusterman

Something made greater by ourselves and in turn that makes us greater. — Maya Angelou

Heat in her birds of prey fingertips, smoke of gilded flowers in her aureate gorging hair. — Laura Gentile

She loved him because he had brought her back to life. She had been like a caterpillar in a cocoon, and he had drawn her out and shown her that she was a butterfly. — Ken Follett