Floriana Quotes & Sayings

I run down to meet Floriana who is breathless from her hike. She stops in the road, the last light at her back. Prickles of rain cling to her unkerchiefed, loosened hair, capturing in her the flickering russet frame of it. Topaz almonds are her eyes, lit tonight from some new, old place, from some exquisitely secret oubliette, which she must often forget she possesses. We talk for a minute and Barlozzo passes us by like a boy too shy to speak to two girls at once. — Marlena De Blasi

Thirteen days. Almost two weeks. And, just five days in, she had learned a fundamental truth about time: Like the accordion on which sometimes played old Pashto songs were played, time stretched and contracted depending on his absence or presence. — Khaled Hosseini

All I want is a modest place in Mr X's Good Reading, Miss Y's Good Writing, and that new edition of One Thousand Best Bits of Recent Prose. — James Agate

Any kind of peanut butter/chocolate concoction is my jam. — Floriana Lima

A dream doesn't become reality through magic; it takes sweat, determination and hard work.-Colin Powell — Colin Powell

The sun had begun its descent toward the horizon, and the sounds of the carnival played like a familiar song behind me. — Amanda Hocking

The fact is, no man can ever know whether a child is his. A woman knows a child is hers, but a man can never know whether it is his, not even with a DNA test. A DNA test can only tell you if the child is not yours, but if your DNA matches, it only indicates 'a high statistical probability' that it is your child. As they say, 'Motherhood is a biological fact, fatherhood is a sociological fiction.' It is this knowledge that creates permanent anxiety for patriarchy, an anxiety that requires women's sexuality to be strictly policed. — Nivedita Menon

I may have the 'Twilight: Breaking Dawn' soundtrack, which I've been told is embarrassing, but come on, there are some good songs on there. — Floriana Lima

What is nobler," she mused, turning over the photographs, "than to be a woman to whom every one turns, in sorrow or difficulty? — Virginia Woolf