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Namorada Do Joao Quotes By Heather Graham

I am intrigued by different religions and respect them all, but to be honest, I feel the most spiritual when I am doing yoga or looking at an ocean. Being spiritual is feeling a connection with a higher power and knowing that life is about more than just achieving goals. It is about feeling good in the moment. — Heather Graham

Namorada Do Joao Quotes By Emmuska Orczy

It does seem simple, doesn't it?' she said, with a final bitter attempt at flippancy, 'when you want to kill a chicken ... you take hold of it ... then you wring its neck ... it's only the chicken who does not find it quite so simple. Now you hold a knife at my throat, and a hostage for my obedience ... You find it simple ... I don't — Emmuska Orczy

Namorada Do Joao Quotes By Nora Roberts

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Namorada Do Joao Quotes By Jane Austen

While I can have my mornings to myself," said she, "it is enough - I think it is no sacrifice to join occasionally in evening engagements. Society has claims on us all; and I profess myself one of those who consider intervals of recreation and amusement as desirable for everybody. — Jane Austen

Namorada Do Joao Quotes By Anne Fadiman

[T]here is a certain kind of child who awakens from a book as from an abyssal sleep, swimming heavily up through layers of consciousness toward a reality that seems less real than the dream-state that has been left behind. I was such a child. — Anne Fadiman

Namorada Do Joao Quotes By Maya Panika

Libraries are full of ghosts, books being the most haunted things of all. — Maya Panika

Namorada Do Joao Quotes By Karen Foxlee

The cool air Edie speaks of? It drifts down off the mountain, unraveling itself through trees, dipping its fingers in the streams. It comes in through the back door and through the windows cast open for it. The fat possums shiver and return to their meals. It lifts up the months on the calendar and leafs through the newspaper pattern in a pile on the table. It fills up the yellow kitchen and overflows into the hallway and spills into the rooms.
Rose closes her eyes again and smiles. — Karen Foxlee