Empapar In English Quotes & Sayings

You have to hold on and be patient. Pain lasts for a while, but you must leave room for happiness when you find it. — S.N. Lemoing

I've met the most interesting people while flying or on a boat. These methods of travel seem to attract the kind of people I want to be with. — Hedy Lamarr

Fee, fie, foe, fum, I smell the blood of an Englishman. Be he alive or be he dead, I'll grind his bones to make my bread." Ballimore shook her head. "Nonsense, dear. It's just Princess Cimorene and the King of the Enchanted Forest." "And neither of us is English," Cimorene added. The — Patricia C. Wrede

Gently, he pulled my hands away from my face. Gently, he took my cheeks in his hands and brushed away my tears. I didn't care that we had an audience as I lifted my head and beheld the joy and concern and love shining in those remarkable eyes. Neither did Rhys as he murmured, "My love," and kissed me. I — Sarah J. Maas

The good news about computers is that they do what you tell them to do. The bad news is that they do what you tell them to do. — Ted Nelson

The better I get at writing songs, the harder it seems to be to relate to people. But when I get on stage, I'm extremely happy. — John Darnielle

There is a peculiarity in the countenance, as everybody knows, which, though it cannot be described, is sure to betray the Englishman. — George Henry Borrow

That's why I love spiders. 'If at first you don't succeed, try, try, try again. — Diana Wynne Jones

The great thing about baseball is there's a crisis every day. — Gabe Paul

I like Hilary Clinton. I think she's - she's a fantastic leader. — Wesley Clark

When someone dies they can be any age you remember can't they ' she asked. As I tried to think of a reply she continued 'You probably think about the grown-up Tess because you were still close to her. But when I woke up I thought of her when she was three wearing a fairy skirt I'd got her in the Woolworth's and a policeman's helmet. Her wand was a wooden spoon. On the bus yesterday I imagined holding her when she was two days old. I felt the warmth of her. I remembered all her fingers clasped around my finger so tiny they didn't even meet. I remembered the shape of her head and stroking the nape of her neck till she slept. I remembered her smell. She smelled of innocence. Other times she's thirteen and so pretty that I worry for her everytime I see a man look at her. All of those Tesses is my daughter. — Rosamund Lupton