Kontinentet Shqip Quotes & Sayings

Whoever gives advice to a heedless man is himself in need of advice. — Saadi

I have no cause to love Mr. Norrell- far from it. But I know this about him: he is a magician first and everything else second- and Jonathan is the same. Books and magic are all either of them really care about. — Susanna Clarke

He threw her a crooked grin as he removed his shirt completely, revealing a torso that seemed too perfectly muscular and finely honed to be real. Unbearable tension knotted inside her, and she struggled with inhibition and modesty as he bent over her. "Shall I stop now?" he asked, cuddling her against his long body. "I don't want to frighten you."
Her cheek pressed against his shoulder, and she relished the exhilarating sensation of pressing her bare skin against his. She had never felt so vulnerable, so willing to be vulnerable. "I'm not afraid," she said, her voice dazed and wondering, and she withdrew her hands from between their bodies, so that her breasts pushed directly against his chest.
An aching sound came from his throat, and he buried his face against her throat, kissing her, working his way downward. — Lisa Kleypas

I am simply an agnostic. I haven't yet had time or opportunity to explore the universe, and I don't know what I might run on to in some nook or corner. — Clarence Darrow

You know, it would be much less trouble if you were willing to bat your magic eyelashes. — Jamie Le Fay

Idealism is one of the greatest forces in the world. It makes seeming impossibilities possible and succeeds where prudence fails. But unless the idealist is brave and has the courage to face the truth, his idealism creates nothing. — Grenville Kleiser

I had such a great year I didn't want to forget it. — Dick Stuart

Whoever desires this world must seek its knowledge, and whoever desires the next must seek its knowledge. — Abu Ammaar Yasir Qadhi

Luck is not fate. Believe it or not, it's largely an attitude. — Willis Turner

We are never as beautiful as now. The crushing sadness of hotel rooms; the gelid lights and clean notepads; the blank walls and particles of someone else's erased life. — Aleksandar Hemon