Debilidades Personales Quotes & Sayings

If there's no chocolate in Heaven, I'm not going. — Jane Seabrook

Noble!" "What?" He was annoyed at her interruption. Didn't she understand that he was trying to help her organize her life into something satisfactory? "I am not the one chained naked to my mistress's bed with a broken man part. — Katie MacAlister

I want my son to never know the mommy who would rather watch him play basketball than play with him. — Marissa Jaret Winokur

When God created the Earth, he had such a sick wicked sense of humor. He made everything that's wrong feel really, really good. — Miranda Kenneally

If I'm not touring I'd just be at home, just driving - I'm kind of at a loss for how that stuff works. — Courtney Barnett

narrative is the principal way in which our species organizes its understanding of time. — H. Porter Abbott

DARE TO COMPARE
If you're without imperfection, hurl the first insult at a challenged person
Kamil Ali — Kamil Ali

You know," Kirk said finally, breaking the silence. "I see it. He is pretty hot. — Cassandra Clare

What are you doing?" Damen's breath
was shaky.
"What am I doing? You are not very
observant."
"You're not yourself," said Damen. "And
even if you were, you don't do anything
without a dozen motives."
Laurent went very still, the soft words
half bitter. "Don't I? I must want
something. — C.S. Pacat

Every society in every period does or doesn't talk about certain topics. We don't discuss money much; it's almost certain that most people don't know how much their colleagues earn. The Victorians, in contrast, were very happy to discuss money. They weren't, however, happy to discuss sex. — Judith Flanders

Bouillabaisse is only good because cooked by the French, who, if they cared to try, could produce an excellent and nutritious substitute out of cigar stumps and empty matchboxes. — Norman Douglas

Who sweeps a room, as for Thy laws, makes that and the action fine. — George Herbert

'Anna Karenina' is just a story about a woman falling in love with a bloke who is not her husband. It's gossip, rubbish - on the other hand, it's the deepest story there could be about social transgression, about love, betrayal, duty, children. — Hanif Kureishi

She likes the mystery of that changeover, those fifteen minutes of sundown when the streets and trees and people and parked cars are delicate and immediate, every sound and smell and movement amplified by the lowest light or the lightest darkness. Even a city that's broken and dirty can, in that time, be divine and intimate. — Jardine Libaire