Compostos Ionicos Quotes & Sayings

All the boundaries of the world disappeared after a good snow. Nathan had always noticed that. The seemingly sturdy, dependable dividing lines between his yard and his neighbor's yard, or the sidewalk and the street, simply disappeared. Erased by white.
As if the world were advising him not to put too much faith in such markings. That perhaps these lines had never been entirely real to begin with. — Catherine Ryan Hyde

Getting fired from work does not make you a failure. Letting it take control of your life is what does — Sunday Adelaja

Passion is a sacred soul set on fire. — Lailah Gifty Akita

There are rare people who will fuel the fire inside of you, who will awaken a dormant passion, who will push you and better you. She alone is my rarity. — Krista Ritchie

All too often a family's spending is governed more by their yearning than by their earning. They somehow believe that their life will be better if they surround themselves with an abundance of things. All too often all they are left with is avoidable anxiety and distress — Joseph B. Wirthlin

And besides . . . I don't want to leave you. Er, you guys."

He smiled, and it lit up his whole face. "Well, 'we' are certainly happy to hear that. Oh, and I'm also happy to watch our darling little love child dragon while you're in St. Louis."

I grinned back. — Richelle Mead

One can be bored until boredom becomes a mystical experience. — Logan Pearsall Smith

But you can't put fight into a man's guts if he
hasn't any fight in him. There are some of us so cowardly that you
can't ever make heroes of us, not even if you frighten us to death.
We know too much, maybe. There are some of us who don't live in the
moment, who live a little ahead, or a little behind. — Henry Miller

That's what gets converts these days," Baron said. "It's a buyers' market in apocalypse. What's hot in heresy's Armageddon. — China Mieville

Unexpected discorporation was always rare on Mars; Martian taste in such matters called for life to be a rounded whole, with physical death taking place at the appropriate and selected instant. This artist, however, had become so preoccupied with his work that he had forgotten to come in out of the cold; by the time his absence was noticed his body was hardly fit to eat. He himself had not noticed his own discorporation and had gone right on composing his sequence. — Robert A. Heinlein