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Depois Das Quotes By William Ian Miller

[L]ove ... privileges another to see us in ways that would shame us and disgust others without the intervention of love. — William Ian Miller

Depois Das Quotes By Georges Simenon

The sun finally died in beauty, flinging out its crimson flames, which cast their reflection on the faces of passers-by, giving them a strangely feverish look. The darkness of the trees became deeper. You could hear the Seine flowing. Sounds carried farther, and people in their beds could feel, as they did every night, the vibration of the ground as buses rolled past. — Georges Simenon

Depois Das Quotes By Ralph Abernathy

It's not the name they call you, it's the name you answer to. — Ralph Abernathy

Depois Das Quotes By Paul Cezanne

Chatter about art is almost always useless. — Paul Cezanne

Depois Das Quotes By Eric Ripert

I don't follow the food trends. — Eric Ripert

Depois Das Quotes By Nicholas Sparks

He stared at her, knowing with certainty that he was falling in love. He pulled her close and kissed her beneath a blanket of stars, wondering how on earth he'd been lucky enough to find her. — Nicholas Sparks

Depois Das Quotes By Jeffrey R. Holland

I suppose no one is as handsome or as beautiful as he or she wishes, or as brilliant in school or as witty in speech or as wealthy as we would like, but in a world of varied talents and fortunes that we can't always command, I think that makes even more attractive the qualities we can command
such qualities as thoughtfulness, patience, a kind word, and true delight in the accomplishment of another. These cost us nothing, and they can mean everything to the one who receives them. — Jeffrey R. Holland

Depois Das Quotes By Gustave Flaubert

I am irritated by my own writing. I am like a violinist whose ear is true, but whose fingers refuse to reproduce precisely the sound he hears within. — Gustave Flaubert