Dewilde Quotes & Sayings

The two ethnic groups that remain fundamentally different from the Han Chinese - in terms of history, culture, language, religion and physical appearance - are the Uighurs and Tibetans. In these two groups, the Han Chinese come face to face with difference. — Martin Jacques

Happiness is the china shop; love is the bull. — H.L. Mencken

It's going to be a combination Scopes trial, revolution in the streets, Woodstock Festival and People's Park, all rolled into one. — Abbie Hoffman

They say that breaking up is hard to do, now I know, I know that it's true. — Neil Sedaka

I tell you, the Pokemon industry has bled me dry. — Alessandro Nivola

Some slight friction threatening in the Balkans, sir. — P.G. Wodehouse

Every time you think of escaping mentally or physically, grab the book that lies inches away from your heart. — Muna Adnan Naqi

Right here?" he echoed, his voice breaking with surprise. "Right now?"
Susanna couldn't help but laugh a little. It felt good to catch him off guard, lighten the sadness in his voice. "It can be accomplished in the water, can't it?"
He nodded numbly. "It can."
"Unless you have some objection."
He shook his head, just as numbly. "I don't."
"Good. — Tessa Dare

I don't crop my images and I always shoot handheld. By doing that I build in a kind of imperfection and this helps to emphasize reality. — Anton Corbijn

I'm pretty sure I locked that door," Daemon growled.
Luc set the box of doughnuts down, and I eyed them like they held the answer to life. "And I'm pretty sure I let myself in. Hey, Katy!"
I jumped at my name. "Hey, Luc.."
"Look at what I got." He dug into his bag and pulled out an extraterrestrial highway shirt. "We can be soul twins now. — Jennifer L. Armentrout

I don't like the idea of a book being a test or being used for a test. The way - in my opinion - to make good readers is to let kids choose their own books and not test them. — Avi

So did you really mean all that stuff you said when I was a dead man?"
"Every word."
"Could you say it again?" he asks. "My memory's a little fuzzy."
"Which part?" The part where I said I wanted to stay with you forever?"
"Yeah," he murmurs, his face close to mine, his breath hot on my cheek.
"When I said that I love you?"
He pulls back a little, searches my eyes with his. "Yes. Say it."
"I love you."
He takes a deep, happy breath. "I love you," he says back. "I love you, Clara."
Then his gaze drops to my lips again, and he leans in, and the rest of the world simply goes away. — Cynthia Hand