Moschettieri Quotes & Sayings

I'd take a physical fight over Touchy-Feely Share Time, hands down — Jennifer Lynn Barnes

I'd love to have a 19th Century Russian book club where all the members had to act like the pretentious minor noblemen they were reading about. — Gary Shteyngart

There's this quote -
"if there's anything I have learnt about life is that IT MOVES ON"
let me tell you, these three words are only first half of the story. The other half is these five words -
"YOU HAVE TO LET GO"
If you continue to cling to your past, how will your life Ever move on. Some effort is required from your end too. — Mansi Laus Deo

My vocal style I haven't tried to copy from anyone. It just developed until it became the girlish whine it is today. — Robert Plant

You can start chasing your dreams. — Lailah Gifty Akita

Mathematics is very much like poetry ... what makes a good poem
a great poem
is that there is a large amount of thought expressed in very few words. In this sense formulas like
or are poems. — Lipman Bers

John (Grisham) was really helpful keeping me on track, not wandering off into subplots, making sure I didn't spill the beans too early, all kinds of nitty-gritty things that you've gotta have under control if you're going to write a good thriller. — Tony Vanderwarker

How can love survive in such a graceless age? The trust and self assurance that lead to happiness, they're the very things we kill. — Don Henley

Sophie, Sophie, Sophie," he groaned, his lips moving frantically along her face until they found her mouth again. "I need you." He pressed his hips hotly against hers. "Do you feel how I need you?"
"I need you, too," she whispered. And she did. There was a fire burning within her that had been simmering quietly for years. The sight of him had ignited it anew, and his touch was like kerosene, sending her into a conflagration.
His fingers wrestled with the large, poorly made buttons on back of her dress. "I'm going to burn this," he grunted, his other hand relentlessly stroking the tender skin at the back of her knee. "I'll dress you in silks, in satins." He moved to her ear, nipping at her lobe, then licking the tender skin where her ear met her cheek. "I'll dress you in nothing at all."
-Benedict & Sophie — Julia Quinn

There is a saying in the Islands. Beware the women of the warrior class, for all they touch is both decorative and deadly.-Yuki — Tamora Pierce