Cessando Sinonimo Quotes & Sayings

And? Aren't you happy?" I blushed again, tried to focus on my driving despite the flood of emotion. "Yes," I muttered. "Well, say it, my man. Say it!" "I'm so fuckin' happy I met you!" "Now, that's my Starsky. — Jim Provenzano

I have written two medical novels. I have never studied medicine, never seen an operation. — Taylor Caldwell

Courage is the first virtue that makes all other virtues possible. — Aristotle.

Deadworld? Is that where you're from?" "No, dude. That's where you're from. It's where we are now. This place, it's a horror show. If the guy next to you decides to knock you out of this world forever, he can do it with just a piece of metal or, hell, even his bare hand. You blobs, you sit there, chillin' in this room and I can smell the rot of dead animals soaking in the acid of your guts. You suck the life from the innocent creatures of this world just so you can clock another day. You're machines that run on the terror and pain and mutilation of other lives. You'll scrape the world clean of every green and living thing until starvation goes one-eight-seven on every one of your sorry asses, your desperation to put off death leadin' to the ultimate death of everybody and everything. Dude, I can't believe you ain't all paralyzed by the pure, naked horror of this place. — David Wong

I read not for entertainment but to feel what the writer has felt while writing even though if it was fiction. — Pushpa Rana

Readjusting is a painful process, but most of us need it at one time or another. — A. C. Benson

The Plagiarism of orators is the art, or an ingenious and easy mode, which some adroitly employ to change, or disguise, all sorts of speeches of their own composition, or that of other authors, for their pleasure, or their utility; in such a manner that it becomes impossible even for the author himself to recognise his own work, his own genius, and his own style, so skilfully shall the whole be disguised. — Isaac D'Israeli

I wandered beneath the sun-dappled shade from the trees, surrounded by the warm fragrances of the forest, thinking that I was in the middle of my life. Not life as an age, not halfway along life's path, but in the middle of my existence. My heart trembled. — Karl Ove Knausgard