Contando A 100 Quotes & Sayings

were Cinderella, Snow White, Sleeping Beauty, and most other fairy tale "heroines" beautiful but helpless? Why did they always have to be rescued by — Timothy Tocher

I've decided to aim a telescope at my neighbour's window. It's the closest I'll ever come to living with someone comfortably. — Dov Davidoff

Forgiveness is not an easy chore to undertake, nor is it for the weak. I forgive you, God, for leaving me out here to figure out all of this on my own. Yet forgiveness is the daily minimum requirement for a healthy, fulfilling, and meaningful life. I forgive my mind for believing that what was is what always has to be. — Iyanla Vanzant

Some popular quotations smell of airless closets. They exhale the stale imagination of the intellectual lower middle class. "Suspension of disbelief" has become one of them. Dressed up as a scintillating double negation, it serves the pedestrian notion of art as illusion. — Rudolf Arnheim

I believe that if we want our children to understand the world beyond their classroom, we must bring the world into their classroom. — Queen Rania Of Jordan

The world economy is more stable than for a generation ... Our hugely sophisticated financial markets match funds with ideas better than ever before. — David Cameron

The past is an old armchair in the attic, the present an ominous ticking sound, and the future is anybody's guess. — James Thurber

It, Valmont found himself staring at her. At the easy, languid way in which she crossed the floor; of the taut perfection of her figure, which, without being conspicuously on show beneath the soft folds of her white summer dress, was not entirely hidden by it either. It struck him as a calculated statement; both ambiguous and provocative without being obvious. This subtlety pleased him. Although finely boned and petite, she possessed bearing and composure; a certain reckless enjoyment of her own body. And her face was equally striking, with large feline eyes and full lips, poised on the verge of a smile, as if she were recalling a private joke. Her hair was black. It was brushed back from her face and arranged like a soft dusky halo round her head. A little straw handbag dangled from her wrist and she frowned slightly as she made her way up to the front desk. — Kathleen Tessaro