Estridente En Quotes & Sayings

The little corpse like a less lucky Moses all wrapped up in palm frond, in — Taiye Selasi

If I find the right character, I don't care if it's a film, a television show or a play, I'm gonna do it. Everybody crosses over and it's just one big pool of stuff now. — Jaimie Alexander

The grand castle in Cartigo, the capital city of Cierith, stood high against the full moon and cast a heavy shadow across the city. The forest surrounding the city whispered eerily throughout the night, and the townspeople bolted their doors shut in fear of the soldiers who patrolled the streets looking for an excuse to arrest someone. The man responsible for this tyranny, on the other hand, sat comfortably on his stolen throne and ruled the land with an iron fist. — Brittany Comeaux

Science can't predict what stories my children's great grandchildren will tell. The ultimate story about the experience of our journey into consciousness is a closed book to theologians and scientists alike, but it is not a book without promise. At this point we've barely cracked the introduction, and already smartass scientists and theologians pretend they know not just how the story started but how it ends - and worse - what it means or doesn't mean. — Frank Schaeffer

There will always be cougars outside. It's such a chick thing to think life should go on forever — Chuck Palahniuk

When you truly are on purpose, the people, resources, and opportunities you need naturally gravitate toward you. — Jack Canfield

It was disturbing, like an enchanted place. I had not thought it could be as beautiful as this — Daphne Du Maurier

Every man's reputation proceeds from those of his own household. — Marcus Tullius Cicero

My mother's hope is a weapon. — Katja Millay

Individuals can refuse to use a given technology, but unless they live in total isolation will have to engage with people whose psyches have been shaped by a multitude of technologies. And there is no escaping the pervasive ecological effects. — Stephanie Mills

... It truly didn't matter if my flesh and bone never returned; the treasures of life could still be salvaged if I was brave enough to look. — Fred Venturini

It represented a monster of vaguely anthropoid outline, but with an octopus-like head whose face was a mass of feelers, a scaly, rubbery-looking body, prodigious claws on hind and fore feet, and long, narrow wings behind. This thing, which seemed instinct with a fearsome and unnatural malignancy, was of a somewhat bloated corpulence, and squatted evilly on a rectangular block or pedestal covered with undecipherable characters. The tips of the wings touched the back edge of the block, the seat occupied the centre, whilst the long, curved claws of the doubled-up, crouching hind legs gripped the front edge and extended a quarter of the way down toward the bottom of the pedestal. The cephalopod head was bent forward, so that the ends of the facial feelers brushed the backs of huge fore paws which clasped the croucher's elevated knees. — H.P. Lovecraft