Limpio Quotes & Sayings

We can believe as we want, but we should not force our beliefs on others. — Mitt Romney

A lot of people have read the Mira Grant books who are not urban fantasy readers, and they would never have picked up a book with an urban fantasist's name on the cover, but then they go on to read my urban fantasy and like it. — Seanan McGuire

Marriage is rarely bliss But, surely it would be worse As particles to pelt At thousands of miles per sec About a universe In which a lover's kiss Would either not be felt Or break the loved one's neck. — W. H. Auden

Like a fly bouncing uselessly off a closed window, I'm caught at a moment when the effort of finding new ways to perceive the world feels just out of reach for me. — David Toop

He was learning a lot of new things. Some of them were things that he had already experienced, and weren't really new, but that he had never perceived before. — Paulo Coelho

Folks who are getting their strokes in the South are not as unhappy with Howard Dean. You don't see anybody starting any movement to get him out of office. — Gwen Ifill

She was this girl living in a bottomless hole of her thoughts.
One day she saw a light. She felt the warmth and walked in its direction.
It was there that she found him.
He spoke to her and wove tendrils of love on her heart.
His compassion was over whelming for her.
His words, his love, his eyes- everything about him was so pure, so true.
Her heart was getting intertwined with the love he was bestowing upon her.
The mesh of affection he weaved around her heart made it breathe. And live.
Vine by vine the mesh thickened.
Today, he is her beloved. They are inseparable.
He smiles, she smiles. They weave dreams.
She loves him beyond infinity.
He has her heart strings. And as he walks, she walks with him. — Geetansha Sood

A pen is certainly an excellent instrument to fix a man's attention and to inflame his ambition. — John Adams

Opera! There's nothing like it. Except wild boars rutting. The — Mark Lawrence

We cannot approach the manger of the Christ child in the same way we approach the cradle of another child. Rather, when we go to his manger, something happens, and we cannot leave it again unless we have been judged or redeemed. Here we must either collapse or know the mercy of God directed toward us. — Dietrich Bonhoeffer

Overhead was a sky blacker than jewlers' velvet, and a billion stars screamed down ... — Stephen King