Miguise Quotes & Sayings

The steel suddenly touched her heart. Ah, jealousy, it was jealousy, the cold hand mashing her slowly, squeezing her, diminishing her soul. — Clarice Lispector

I'm asked, what about criminal prosecution of those on wall street? You know what, it's probably because none of them committed any crimes. They just made some incredibly bad decisions. — Gary Johnson

I admire the strength and courage of all young people faced with difficult situations in life. You are an inspiration to me and so many people around you, as you overcome challenges and come out of it stronger. — Fearne Cotton

There is no higher religion than human service. To work for the common good is the greatest creed. — Woodrow Wilson

Oh, island, I adore you, but I hate you, too! You're a prison smothered in flowers, I've never been more eager to leave a place behind. I can't stand this enchantment anymore, I can't stand being bewitched like this- when I look at you, my gaze turns to nothing but a mirror of light, I'll stare at you hypnotized for ages, and when I stop I'll feel you, and when I stop feeling you I'll die. I have such a craving for ugliness and filth, for cities, streets, cars, I want to wake up in the morning and wait at a red light to cross the street. — Margarita Karapanou

Hurting you is my biggest regret, loving you is my only redemption. — M. Robinson

Ridcully sighed.
'All right, you fellows,' he said. 'No magic at Table, you know the rules. Who's playing silly buggers?'
The other senior wizards stared at him.
'I, I, I don't think we can play it any more,' said the Bursar, who at the moment was only occasionally bouncing off the sides of sanity, 'I, I, I think we lost some of the pieces ... — Terry Pratchett

I'm a bit of a workaholic. — Erica Durance

But for the first time, I wanted to believe in the things that outlasted us: the stories that came to life in a child's head, the fear of the dark, the hunger to live. Those were the footsteps that not even Time could discover and erase, because they lived far out of reach, in the song of blood coursing through veins and in the quiet threads that made up dreams. I wanted to hold the hope of those tales within me and follow it like a lure all the way back to myself. — Roshani Chokshi