Matador Travel Quotes & Sayings

Why is your face all red, Celia? You hot or something?"

"Liam," Koda growled. Go put on some clothes."

Liam spoke between chews. "Why it's warm in here."

"Because the girls weren't raised among beings that are frequently naked."

Understanding spread across Liam's boyish features. He shook his head. "Celia, you have to get over your modesty. The body is a gift. Here, take off your clothes so you can see how freeing--"

I threw my spatula in the sink. "Go upstairs, Liam. And don't come back down until you put on some damn pants! — Cecy Robson

Every night, contemplate: What good did I do today? How can I do better tomorrow? — Mata Amritanandamayi

Bean sighed inwardly. It never failed. Whenever he had any conversation with Ender, it turned into an argument. — Orson Scott Card

All I try to do is as earnestly and as acutely as I can, conceive a character and try to portray this character just honestly. If the humor is within the absurdity and the awfulness of situations, then let it be seen that way. — Patrick Warburton

In so many of the other beats these days, there are these layers of public relations people that you have to go through to get to the newsmakers themselves. — Bob Schieffer

I knew you were more than a quick fuck. When the alpha in me saw the alpha in you, he saw his mate. The second half of his soul. His equal. Seeing you in my bed, in my home, around my animals, I'm not just fighting to keep your body. I'm fighting to win your heart. To prove that I am the man you need. Your forever. — Jessica Florence

The communication with God is very important, because the communication is one of our greatest needs, and God is the most important one we need. — Marieta Maglas

There have always been men of all background and ethnicities on my father's job sites. And long before it was commonplace, you also saw women. — Ivanka Trump

When I started singing about my life and what I was going through, I felt more confident. It was my own life, I was being myself, I was telling people what was happening. — Benjamin Clementine

Saint Antoine slept, the Defarges slept: even The Vengeance slept with her starved grocer, and the drum was at rest. The drum's was the only voice in Saint Antoine that blood and hurry had not changed. The Vengeance, as custodian of the drum, could have wakened him up and had the same speech out of him as before the Bastille fell, or old Foulon was seized; not so with the hoarse tones of the men and women in Saint Antoine's bosom. — Charles Dickens

A thunder blazed from the hells now, and it touched the Earth's ground.Grim clouds floated across the vault of Earth. A heavy rain pelted against the revolving sphere, which made destructions a lot.Nature danced with a haunting pain in the midst of human deterioration. — Nithin Purple