Giselli Cristina Quotes & Sayings

good at doing, but before that you — Peter Thiel

Along with all the fame — Milly Taiden

Black and portentous must this humour46 prove, Unless good counsel may the cause remove. [140] Benvolio — William Shakespeare

And that kind of love is more important than anything right now, Lexie. It's going to keep you sane. It's always gonna remind you of who you are. — Jennifer L. Armentrout

And I watch 'Saturday Night Live' religiously, I have since I was a little boy. I watch it basically like one of my favorite sports teams. — Ty Burrell

We are currently in the midst of the greatest epidemic sickness known to humanity. — Paul Levy

Thomas loved words, particularly if he didn't understand them. — Guus Kuijer

The love was so passionate. Neither were happy with anyone else. But when a time came that they were able to be together, too much had been left unsaid. Too much time had passed and too much hurt filled their hearts. — Paula Heller Garland

The strings in her mind grew flatter, calmer. The shapes in the hologrid had changed. She heard the man's words, and yet she didn't; the words were not what was really important. And wasn't that right? Words had never been important, only strings, and the strings had shapes like - but not like -the ones around the man. Only the man had disappeared, too, and that was alright, because she, Miri, Miranda Serena Sharifi, was disappearing, was sliding down a steep long chute and each meter she traveled she became smaller and smaller until she had disappeared and was invisible, a weightless transparent ghost that neither twitched nor stammered, in the corner of a room she had never seen before. — Nancy Kress

When he was left alone, when he had pulled out one stop after another (for the work required it), Stanley straightened himself on the seat, tightened the knot of the red necktie, and struck. The music soared around him, from the corner of his eye he caught the glitter of his wrist watch, and even as he read the music before him, and saw his thumb and last finger come down time after time with three black keys between them, wringing out fourths, the work he had copied coming over on the Conte di Brescia, wringing that chord of the devil's interval from the full length of the thirty-foot bass pipes, he did not stop. The walls quivered, still he did not hesitate. Everything moved, and even falling, soared in atonement.
He was the only person caught in the collapse, and afterward, most of his work was recovered too, and it is still spoken of, when it is noted, with high regard, though seldom played. — William Gaddis

Love is the purest emotion in the world; music is the purest language. — Rae Lynn Blaise

shoot for the stars and hope you get there — Natalie Lee

He did not want to fail, when the Bee Master had trusted him with the home and the possessions and the occupation that were all he had of his very own, and he did not know that as the storm drew nearer, as the clouds grew blacker, as the heat waves resolved themselves into definite flashes of lightning, as the night closed down black as velvet around him, he did not realize that his moral and mental forces were rising with the tide of the storm, that all the remnants of manhood left in his shaken body were gathering together for some sort of culmination, just as presently the storm would reach its height and then subside. — Gene Stratton-Porter

Cowardice is not synonymous with prudence. It often happens that the better part of discretion is valor. — William Hazlitt

The shortest answer is doing. — George Herbert