Claritza Garces Quotes & Sayings

Little jointed stringy things the shape of tadpoles drifted across his vision. He had to keep blinking his eyes to get rid of them, but soon they drifted back. — Elizabeth Taylor

Donald Trump is nuts, his party is chock full of nuts too, and that is bad news for Americans with a nut allergy. — Steve Merrick

You have to live in a state of thinking your painting is good, or you couldn't do it. — Roger De Grey

everyone who comes to California brings a little of his own state with him. His own old state, regardless of where or when, is always lurking in the back of his memory for comparison with what he finds here. — Max Miller

Take me, subtract movies, and you get zero. — Akira Kurosawa

Success is the prize for those who stand true to their ideas. — Josh Hinds

Maybe this is the secret to talking to boys
maybe you just have to be angry all the time. — Lauren Oliver

The most Christian France is the sole wet-nurse to the Roman court. — Francois Rabelais

My phone beeped. I took it from my handbag and saw
a text message from Dixie.
It read: that man is sizzling HOT HOT HOT!!!!
truth! I texted back.
omg! his accent! his body! im in lurv
i noticed!
hes a bilf
wtf???
boss id like 2 fuk!
I snorted out loud with laughter.
Heller flicked his cold eyes to me.
I wrote: norty girl!
ooh! does he like norty asian girls?
Another involuntary snort from me.
"Ms Chalmers," he warned.
gotta go. my new daddys strict, I texted.
spankz for u 2nite!
lolz! only if im lucky! c u soon xx
- heller 1 — J.D. Nixon

When a man begins to perceive the love of God in all its richness, he begins also to love his neighbor with spiritual perception. This is the love of which all the scriptures speak. — Diadochos Of Photiki

Death had size an color and shape, texture and grace. There was something concrete to it. In that room, Death had come and gone, swept by, and left behind a mirage of life
it was possible, he realized, to find life in Death.
You are going to see what it is like, someday soon, being in a room full of the dying. They're always waiting, and in their sleep they are waiting most of all. When you're around them, you're waiting too, measuring all the time their breaths, their sighs. — Tea Obreht