Loips Quotes & Sayings

It is by character and not by intellect the world is won. — Evelyn Beatrice Hall

Natural affection is a prejudice; for though we have cause to love our nearest connections better than others, we have no reason to think them better than others. — William Hazlitt

When I get into the studio, it's not about trying to get a good song, it's about whatever comes naturally. — Jessica Mauboy

Each time I think that the song is ended ... something higher and better begins for me. — Hans Christian Andersen

Get up, you useless lump, get up! — J.K. Rowling

I often work by avoidance. — Brian Eno

Faith leaned closer, inches from his face, her loips a hands breadth from his. She shook her head side to side a bit faster than the average metronome and waggled a finger back and forth. "They not going to find out though, are they?
He stared into merry eyes almost as dark as his coffee. The devil was a woman and Faith one of her most beautiful minions. — Chris Karlsen

RAOUL:
Free her!
Do what you like,
only free her!
Have you no pity?
PHANTOM:
Your lover makes
a passionate plea!
CHRISTINE:
Please, Raoul, it's useless ...
RAOUL:
I love her!
Does that mean nothing?
I love her!
Show some compassion ...
PHANTOM:
The world showed no
compassion to me! — Charles Hart

One conversation, here on the surface, yet another beneath. The priest and the mage are playing games, the entwining of suspicion with knowledge. Heboric sees a pattern, his plundering of ghostly lives gave him what he needed, and I think he's telling Kulp that the mage himself is closer to that pattern than he might imagine. "Here, wielder of Meanas, take my invisible hand ... " Felisin — Steven Erikson

1. Define a misbehavior 2. Explain the cause of the misbehavior 3. Discuss the negative effects of the misbehavior — Joy Berry

Seeing kilted warriors flow into the hall and hearing their deep masculine laughs made Ravenna feel like her breath was cut off. These men were a massive, self-confident bunch. — Victoria Roberts

Now is the time when we reenter the womb of the world, dreaming the dreams of snow and silence. Waking to the shock of frozen lakes under waning moonlight and the cold sun burning low and blue in the branches of the ice-cased trees, returning from our brief and necessary labors to food and story, to the warmth of firelight in the dark. Around a fire, in the dark, all truths can be told, and heard, in safety. I pulled on my woolen stockings, thick petticoats, my warmest shawl, and went down to poke up the kitchen fire. I stood watching wisps of steam rise from the fragrant cauldron, and felt myself turn inward. The world could go away, and we would heal. — Diana Gabaldon