Gratta E Quotes & Sayings

If you get all tangled up, just tango on. — Al Pacino

We need intelligence services to fight against terrorism, but they have to respect the principles of good relationships between allies and protect personal, confidential data. — Francois Hollande

Every story was being made up. My true friends weren't the ones speaking. It was people who never knew me, making up stories. Even my local paper put a $1,000 bounty out for information about my whereabouts. — Marla Maples

I know no religion that destroys courtesy, civility, and kindness. — William Penn

Every commonplace or trite observation is not a truism. — Charles Lamb

Because she knew from experience that what came next was something straight out of a Pitbull featuring Ke$ha song. She was going down. Although, as far as she could figure, no one was yelling, "Timber! — Julie Ann Walker

A reflection of
their story: imperfect, but to him the most beautiful of stories. — Sherry Thomas

I just knew Jax. The sweet guy who wanted to go into a grocery store and buy himself a Reese's Peanut Butter Cup and took the time to be kind to little girls. — Abbi Glines

My father was a jazz listener, and I think, at least before I was 5, I was not so into that. Although there were records that emphasized percussion that I liked, like Baby Dodds. — Wallace Shawn

It's very nice to be asked to anybody's wedding. Particularly if it's the Prince of Wales. I learned a lot from it, which was to end early and get away. I suppose one would have to look back historically and see who other royals had at their weddings. Were there people at Queen Elizabeth's wedding who were common like myself? — Jools Holland

What a strange place, I thought. If I look up everything is so clear and beautiful, and if I look down, everything is so dangerous and ugly. I wished I could keep my head in the sky, but the scorpions brought me back to reality. Or was the sky the reality? — Margot Berwin

In the woods it was not so much that it was quiet as that the few sounds were loud and distinct, not the orchestra tuning-up of the city but individual grace notes. Birdcalls broken into pieces like a piano exercise, a tree branch snapping sharp and then swishing down and thump on the ground, the hiss of water coming off the mountain. — Anna Quindlen

Yes! Because you're an idiot! A complete idiot! Of course, he doesn't want you. You. Are. Not. Destined. To. Ever. Love. The Universe hates you. She always has, and she always will. — Mimi Jean Pamfiloff

Staring at him the
way she might stare at a beloved place she
was not sure she would ever see again, trying
to commit the details to memory, to paint
them on the backs of her eyelids that she
might see it when she shut her eyes to sleep. — Cassandra Clare