Desbocar Quotes & Sayings

I love going shopping. — Serena Williams

She [Mrs. Hines] stood before the door as if she were barring them from the house
a dumpy, fat little woman with a round face like dirty and unovened dough, and a tight screw of scant hair. — William Faulkner

If vampires were a separate species, and they were into genetic engineering, what would they engineer for? — Octavia E. Butler

Numquam enim audiendi quod aliquis monachus super puerum incubuisset, quin statim post ipsum surrexisset puer. I have heard before of a monk throwing himself on a boy, but the boyalways rose again afterwards. — Walter Map

Being honest with you, it's not the 'great' wall of China. It's an all right wall. It's the 'All Right Wall of China.' — Karl Pilkington

Learning and sex until rigor mortis. — Maggie Kuhn

Falling in love, we said; I fell for him. We were falling women. We believed in it, this downward motion: so lovely, like flying, and yet at the same time so dire, so extreme, so unlikely. God is love, they once said, but we reversed that, and love, like heaven, was always just around the corner. The more difficult it was to love the particular man beside us, the more we believed in Love, abstract and total. We were waiting, always, for the incarnation. That word, made flesh.
And sometimes it happened, for a time. That kind of love comes and goes and is hard to remember afterwards, like pain. You would look at the man one day and you would think, I loved you, and the tense would be past, and you would be filled with a sense of wonder, because it was such an amazing and precarious and dumb thing to have done; and you would know too why your friends had been evasive about it, at the time.
There is a good deal of comfort, now, in remembering this. — Margaret Atwood

A breath of laughter will blow a Government out of existence in Paris much more effectually than a whiff of cannon-smoke — Robert Barr

For a second, she thought her imagination had conjured him, a centaur, untamed and magnificent. — Stacy Finz

One night the month before, back on the other side of the Belgian border, Aughenbaugh had delivered a lecture on the etymology of the word war. He said that he had looked it up and it came from an ancient Indo-European root signifying confusion. That was a foxhole night, bitter cold. The 5th Panzer Army was making its last great push west. You had to hand it to those Indo-Europeans, my grandfather thought, rolling through Vellinghausen. Confusion shown on the faces of the townspeople. War confused civilians every bit as surely as it did the armies who got lost in its fogs. It confounded conquest with liberation, anger with heartache, hunger with gratitude, hatred with awe. The 53rd Combat Engineers looked pretty confused, too. They were milling around at the edge of town, contemplating the long stretch of road between and beautiful downtown Berlin, trying to figure out if they ought to mine it or clear it of mines. — Michael Chabon

Bryson was completely, wholeheartedly and irrevocably right as she embraced his analysis. Their imperfections made what they had perfect and Talitha knew that their contentment with each other, their relationship and themselves was something millions of people across the world would never experience. — Jill Thrussell

I must apologize for calling so late," said he, "and I must further beg you to be so unconventional as to allow me to leave your house presently by scrambling over your back garden wall. — Arthur Conan Doyle