Jiulio Margalli Quotes & Sayings

It's a sort of philosophy you cook up for yourself. You probably write things the same as everybody else, but it's your own personal way of saying things. — Jim Capaldi

You feel real good, Lana. Makes me forget everything else — Abbi Glines

How did I love her?
Let me count the ways.
The freckles on her nose like the shadow of a shadow; the way she chewed on her lower lip when she walked and how when she ran she looked like she was born going fast and how she fit perfectly against my chest; her smell and the touch of her lips and her skin, which was always warm, and how she smiled.
Like she had a secret.
How she always made up words during Scrabble. Hyddym (secret music). Grofp (cafeteria food). Quaw (the sound a baby duck makes). How she burped her way through the alphabet once, and I laughed so hard I spat out soda through my nose.
And how she looked at me like I could save her from everything bad in the world.
This was my secret: she was the one who saved me. — Lauren Oliver

I think Usher is a bonafide superstar because he's very honest in his songs, and people can relate to that, especially in the feelings and textures of his voice. He is one of the best. — Diplo

I have no clue why, but maybe sometimes when there's someone you don't hear from, it's the person you want to hear from the most. — Janet Jackson

Strategy and timing are the Himalayas of marketing. Everything else is the Catskills. — Al Ries

Cinema is an infinite medium, so we should take advantage of it, I think. — Alejandro Gonzalez Inarritu

Logic and faith don't occupy the same side. — Dani Shapiro

These little creatures looked soft as velvet. They had bright round eyes and crinkling noses and wee paws. They popped out of holes in the ground, and stood up to look at Mary and Laura. Their hind legs folded under their haunches, their little paws folded tight to their chests, and they looked exactly like bits of dead wood sticking out of the ground. Only their bright eyes glittered. Mary — Laura Ingalls Wilder

Mercy often inflicts death. — Seneca The Younger