Galiano Realty Quotes & Sayings

Instead, I cut him. Not deep, but there was enough of a sting in the wound to remind him of what I'd done to the dwarven mobsters in the parking lot - and that I wasn't just some chick with a knife who looked good in black. — Jennifer Estep

The way to attain the virtue of mercy lies in our constant awareness of being encompassed by mercy. — Dietrich Von Hildebrand

Strip the human race, absolutely naked, and it would be a real democracy. But the introduction of even a rag of tiger skin, or a cowtail, could make a badge of distinction and be the beginning of a monarchy. — Mark Twain

New problems: Mrs. Van Daan is desperate, talks about a bullet through her head, prison, hanging, and suicide. She's jealous that Peter confides in me and not her. — Anne Frank

Bye-bye, I thought, almost sure that I'd never see her again. But if I did - if we ran into each other someday - I knew we would smile and say polite things like How are you? and Give my regards to your parents, and we would secretly remember that we used to mean something to each other. And even if that never happened, if we never spoke again, I was grateful we'd have tonight. — Lorraine Zago Rosenthal

From the very beginning, I was involved in talking to people, listening to people. And it hasn't stopped. The idea was that people send me information; I'd ask them about it, listen, try to do something about it - and then ask for more feedback. — Craig Newmark

He had drowned the boy underground with his own hands, but his twisted mind still had the nerve to feel grief over the loss. How horrifying. — Otsuichi

When we finally become present in our lives its as if we are seeing things for the first time. — Renae A. Sauter

One of my biggest complaints about adulthood is that it's difficult to simply hang out with friends — Erin Rooney Doland

Here, there was an air of a country village. An apricot-colored cat sat on top of a fence, bathing himself in the sun. A woman entered a courtyard, her face veiled behind a huge bunch of lilies and baby's breath. The sounds of Mozart drifted down from a window. It was a pleasant surprise; I hadn't known such neighborhoods existed in Montmartre. — Alice Steinbach