Corresponder Definicion Quotes & Sayings

The future is a thing to be shaped," Scytale said. "Hold that thought, Princess. — Frank Herbert

Let us join our efforts toward building the unshakable foundations for a culture of peace. — Daisaku Ikeda

For so long Versace couture was identified with celebrities and music, which I love. But at the same time it could overwhelm the clothes. — Donatella Versace

The faculty of imagination is both the rudder and the bridle of the senses. — Leonardo Da Vinci

Doctors are not fortune tellers, and neither am I. Having lived with disability since birth does not afford me immunity from illness. — Stella Young

Revolve your world around the customer and more customers will revolve around you. — Heather Williams

My secret indulgent food is dessert. I have an incredible sweet tooth - chocolate pudding with vanilla ice-cream or trifle and pavlova. I do love dessert. — Deborra-Lee Furness

That day, instead, I saw clearly the mothers of the old neighbourhood. They were nervous, they were acquiescent. They were silent, with tight lips and stooping shoulders, or they yelled terrible insults at the children who harassed them. Extremely thin, with hollow eyes and cheeks, or with broad behinds, swallen ankles, heavy chests, they lugged shopping bags and small children who clung to their skirts ( ... ) they appeared to have lost those feminine qualities that were so important to us girls ( ... ) They had been consumed by the bodies of husbands, fathers, brothers, whom they ultimately came to resemble, because of their labors or the arrival of old age, of illness. When did that transformation begin? With housework? With pregnancies? With beatings? — Elena Ferrante

Every man is fully satisfied that there is such a thing as truth, or he would not ask any question. — Charles Sanders Peirce

Awkward passion is so often so very much more admirable than mere achievement. — Brian Doyle

I came to feel how far above
All fancy, pride, and fickle maidenhood,
All earthly pleasure, all imagined good,
Was the warm tremble of a devout kiss. — John Keats