Defunte In English Quotes & Sayings

He's one of those footballers whose brains are in his head. — Derek Johnstone

Imagination, where it is truly creative, is a faculty, and not a quality; it looks before and after, it gives the form that makes all the parts work together harmoniously toward a given end, its seat is in the higher reason, and it is efficient only as a servant of the will. Imagination, as it is too often misunderstood, is mere fantasy, the image-making power, common to all who have the gift of dreams. — James Russell Lowell

It's very hard for our parents who see us enter a world that they can't imagine. — Alice Walker

My entire soul is a cry, and all my work is a commentary on that cry. — Nikos Kazantzakis

If you fail to take advantage of your enemies' collapse, they may recover. — Miyamoto Musashi

The girl looks out the window, watching the gentle, familiar blue sky fade into darkness. The stars come out, slowly at first and then all together, diamond-bright, each one a new world to discover.
But no matter how long the girl looks, she feels nothing. Puzzled, she looks for the girl who wanted to be an explorer, the girl who wanted to learn deep-sea diving and mountain-climbing, the girl who wanted to travel the stars. But she can't find her. That girl died when her parents did, in a little shop in the slums of November. And now she has no soul left to shatter.
She closes the shade over the window. — Amie Kaufman

Somebody's been putting pineapple juice in my pineapple juice! — W.C. Fields

How short a period often reverses the character of our sentiments, rendering that which yesterday we despised, today desirable. — Ann Radcliffe

Suppose it's your last day on earth. Have you done what all you wanted to do, you always dreamt of? If answer is NO, your time starts now. — Vikrmn

Things have happened - so fast. Ten days ago, we didn't even know Rudy was sleeping rough again." "Isn't that a British term?" "It is." Mrs. Drysdale is allowed to speak to this at least. "But Rudy liked it. He said it was more like the way he lived. He wasn't homeless. Our door was always open to him. Always. — Laura Lippman

It would be another scar to add his collection, another bitter memory he'd always have, a memory I would share and fear along with him, but it wouldn't rule us. We wouldn't let it. — Sylvia Day

Percy and Reyna occupied matching praeters' chairs on the dais, which made Percy self-conscious. It wasn't easy looking dignified wearing a bedsheet and a purple cape. "The camp is safe," Octavian continued. " I'll be the first to congragulate our heroes for bringing back the legion's eagle and so much Imperial gold! Truly we have been blessed with good fortune. But why do more? Why tempt fate?"
"I'm glad you asked." Percy stood, taking the question as an opening. Octavian stammered, " I wasn't
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Part of the quest," Percy said. "Yes I know. And your'e wise to let me explain, since I was. — Rick Riordan