Corsaro Nero Quotes & Sayings

Hey," he says.
I feel foolish for being out of breath and standing over him. The moonlight cuts a line down my chest. "Hey," I say.
"Checking on me?"
"I couldn't sleep. Scottie. She's in the bathroom." I stop talking.
"Yeah?" he says and sits up.
"She's playacting." I don't know how to say it. I don't need to say it. "She's kissing the mirror."
"Oh," he says. "I used to do some messed-up things as a kid. Still do."
I feel wide awake, which always makes me angry in the middle of the night. I'm useless without sleep. I can't get myself to go back to my own room. I sit on the end of the bed by his feet. "I'm worried about my daughters," I say. "I'm worried there's something wrong with them."
Sid rubs his eyes.
"Forget it," I say. "Sorry for waking you up."
"It's going to get worse," he says. "After your wife dies." He holds the blanket up to his chin. — Kaui Hart Hemmings

Whatsoever i cannot relinquish to God is my god — Ikechukwu Izuakor

The emergence of new conflicts mean, that we will need to be more creative, in the use of our diplomatic tools. The demands for peace-keeping forces is likely to grow, and we need to increasingly adapt our forces to that challenge. — Susilo Bambang Yudhoyono

Now time, afternoon time, which in the Midi is as elemental as air and light, expanded and rolled billowingly outwards across the rest of the day, and upwards to the vaults of the cobalt sky, freeing everyone in its delicious sprawl from their obligations. — Ian McEwan

The artist beholds in nature more than she herself Nature is conscious of. — Henry James

Master whose every whim is law. (Note to friends with children: I am referring only — Tim Kreider

Everything he'd done with regard to her in the last three years had been calculated to foreclose the intensely personal sort of talks they'd had when he was younger: to get her to shut up, to train her to contain herself, to make her stop pestering him with her overfull heart and her uncensored self. And now that the training was complete and she was obediently trivial with him, he felt bereft of her and wanted to undo it. — Jonathan Franzen

The big spells," Mg. Thane answered, his expression plain but his bright eyes smiling. Did he know how much those eyes gave away? — Charlie N. Holmberg

every line
inside his palm
and every fold
of his skin told me
the men like him
were made to be
written about. — Lauren Eden

Sometimes choosing being real over being liked is all about playing it unsafe. — Brene Brown

One nanny said, "Feed a cold"; she was a neo-Keynesian. Another nanny said, "Starve a cold"; she was a monetarist. — Harold Macmillan