Extasiado Portugues Quotes & Sayings

Wednesday grinned. His smiles were strange things, Shadow decided. They contained no shred of humor, no happiness, no mirth. Wednesday looked like he had learned to smile from a manual. — Neil Gaiman

There's just no stopping those girls with guitars. — Wynonna Judd

As I remarked before, the Asiatic elephant is smaller than the African, which is frequently twelve feet high, and its tusks are in proportion. In the island of Ceylon a certain number of animals are found deprived of these appendages, but "mucknas," which is the name given them, are rare on the mainland of India. Behind — Jules Verne

I'm an escapist kind of writer. — Maeve Binchy

I didn't have anything really exiting to drink, like nitroglycerin or distilled tiger breath. — Raymond Chandler

Dost thou love picking meat? Or wouldst thou see
A man in the clouds, and have him speak to thee? — John Bunyan

In the water is a woman of such beauty that her skin is paler than the white marble and her hair is darker than the night skies. He falls in love with her at once, and she with him, and he takes her to the castle and makes her his wife. — Philippa Gregory

The thing about music was that you never knew the shape of anyone's desire. — Richard Powers

I think having a great idea is vastly overrated. I know it sounds kind of crazy and counterintuitive. I don't think it matters what the idea is, almost. You need great execution. — Felix Dennis

It is pleasing to the dear God whenever thou rejoicest or laughest from the bottom of thy heart. — Martin Luther

I'm a little bit of a germophobe - not that bad! — Amber Riley

Although it was only a single instrument, each note had the peculiar echoed quality of a thousand harmonics voiced together. There was a whisper behind the strongest note and a shout beneath the softest, and they sang of far off places in long forgotten times. There were no words, but the images of ancient pride, noble heritage, and castles in the sand were imagined from the progression. This was the song that would be played at the birth of a nation, full of hope and promise of better days ahead. This was the song of the end of days with all love and longing lost beyond recall or desire. Farris could see this song playing at her wedding, or her funeral, as a herald of joy and sorrow. She found tears in her eyes and heard herself laugh, and she couldn't say why she was doing either. Her skin was tense and covered with goosebumps, and she shivered with pleasure. — Tobias Wade