Cititor Sinonime Quotes & Sayings

You know, I use organic products, but I get [laser treatments]. It's what makes life interesting, finding the balance between cigarettes and tofu. — Gwyneth Paltrow

The more in control the mark thinks they are, the more easily they respond to real control. — Scott Lynch

All pain is a punishment, and every punishment is inflicted for love as much as for justice. — Joseph De Maistre

Love is the wild card of existence. — Rita Mae Brown

That's my theory: immediate electrocution of all ignorant and dirty people. I'm all for the criminals - give color to life. Trouble is if you started to punish ignorance you'd have to begin in the first families, then you could take up the moving-picture people, and finally Congress and the clergy. — F Scott Fitzgerald

They judge me like a picture book,
For the colours like they forgot to read — Lana Del Rey

Survival, in the cool economics of biology, means simply the persistence of one's own genes in the generations to follow. — Lewis Thomas

Your story needs to move people's spirits and build their goodwill, so that when you finally do ask them to buy from you, they feel like you've given them so much it would be almost rude to refuse. — Gary Vaynerchuk

The sun appeared over the hillside. "I'm tired, Tom."
"It's okay to go home,' he choked.
"Hold my hand?"
His arms tightened around her and his fingers interlaced with hers.
She closed her eyes against the brightness. "I love you."
"I love you too," he whispered.
Jennifer died feeling the warmth of the rising sun — Dee Henderson

I really have a deep sense of caring about the air that we breathe and the water that we drink. I want to be able to say that I was trying to protect that. And I also care deeply about children. My children, all children. And I care deeply about giving back. — Christie Brinkley

I always want to watch something I've done, so that I know what I didn't do well. — Michael Angarano

We pick up our shots and for the first time there's a total absence of sound in the room. From the ceiling, shy silver things blink and wait. Dennis doesn't sit, but hovers at the edge of the table, leaning in with a darkroom perfected slump. His hair hangs like its edges were dipped in lead. Thin spears pointing to the table. I'm looking at his face; we're both serious in a self-aware way, pretending not to notice.

"It doesn't even feel like I left. God, you look fucking terrible. But it's a terrible face that drinks tequila well. Down. And cheers."

We force a dull clash of cups and pour everything down at once. The hard tequila shudders that never happen in the movies. First your head feels light, then it starts receiving the distress signals from throat, lungs, belly. Your shoulders jerk to shake off the snake that wrapped around you and squeezed. It burns. The good burn. — Laurie Perez