Frisar Portugues Quotes & Sayings

Jealousy, that diseased crow pecking at your heart. — Stewart Stafford

When you get a range expansion, the market is sending you a very loud, clear signal that the market is getting ready to move in the direction of that expansion. — Paul Tudor Jones

Love disarms our emotional defenses; it makes us vulnerable to the other...in suspending our emotional defenses, love exposes our sympathy to the needs of the other. — Paul F. Velleman

There are times we are givers, but others time we have to let others give to us. — Paul Hoffman

The body directly before him, however, was that of a child. The blue of the eyes was now covered in a milky film, giving it its only depth, since all that was behind that veil was flat, like iron shields or silver coins, sealed and deprived of all promise. They were, he told himself yet again, eyes that no longer worked, and the loss of that was beyond comprehension. He would paint this child's face. He would paint it a thousand times. Ten thousand. He would offer the paintings as gifts to every man and every woman of the realm. And each time any one man or woman stirred awake the hearth gods of anger and hate, feeding the gaping mouth of violence and uttering pathetic lies about making things better, or right, or pure, or safe, he would give them yet another copy of this child's face. — Steven Erikson

My hair is pure. It stands for purity because no foreign chemicals or substances has ever touched my hair. — CM Punk

The way people pray- casting my plea into the ether. A plea to be understood. Looking for signs. — M. Pierce

Loving someone selflessly would mean sharing their happiness whether you are part of that happiness or not. — Sandhya Jane

The minister paused in his narrative. At that moment there came a tremendous blast of wind which shook the windows of the manse, and burst open the hall door, and caused the candles to flicker and the fire to go roaring up the chimney. It is not too much to say that, what with the uncanny story, and the howling storm, we all felt that creeping sort of uneasiness which so often seems like the touch of something from another world - a hand stretched across the boundary-line of time and eternity, the coldness and mystery of which make the stoutest heart tremble. ("Sandy The Tinker") — Charlotte Riddell