Notas Musicais Quotes & Sayings

When I got older I realized that the majority of people in Miller's Valley were the most discontented kind of Americans, working people whose situations hadn't risen or fallen over generations, but who still carried a little bit of those streets-paved-with-gold illusions and so were always annoyed that the streets were paved with tar. If they were paved at all. Maybe — Anna Quindlen

The plane touches down on very rough ground: its wheelbarrow wheels bounce and one set of wings rises alarmingly while the other dips. Now the Masai and the plane are converging. It's a magnificent shot: the Masai run, run, run, run; because of the optics it is dreamlike. The little plane bounces, shudders, slews and finally makes lasting contact with the ground. At exactly the right moment, as the plane comes to a halt, the Masai warriors, in a highly agitated state, reach the plane, and the camera closes on the pilot, whose face as he removes his leather flying helmet and goggles, appears just above the bobbing red ochre composition of plaited hair and fat-shone bodies. It is Mel Gibson, with a grave expression, which can't quite suppress his unruly Aussieness. — Justin Cartwright

Something brushed his leg, and he gazed down into the face of Pippi Tucker. The theme from Jaws raced through his head. — Susan Elizabeth Phillips

Cow-protection can only be secured by cultivating universal friendliness, i.e. ahimsa. — Mahatma Gandhi

When a man meets the right woman, he meets a new strength! — Ernest Agyemang Yeboah

You make name for yourself when you overcome pain, weakness, laziness and ignorance — Sunday Adelaja

I don't know if it's due to my age, that I'm older now, [but] I love the essentials. I don't like the things around us that are a kind of mirage. — Rokia Traore

May you shelter in the palm of the Creator's hand, and may the last embrace of the mother welcome you home. — Robert Jordan

Drinking can bring out a dude that has some issues. — Gabriel Iglesias

Thinking it selfish to dwell on her own sufferings, when in the midst of wretches, who had not only lost all that endears life, but their very selves, her imagination was occupied with melancholy earnestness to trace the mazes of misery, through which so many wretches must have passed to this gloomy receptacle of disjointed souls, to the grand source of human corruption. — Mary Wollstonecraft

Your god must once have stood at a dawn of infinite possibilities, and this is what he's made of it. You tell me that I want God's love? I don't. Perhaps I want forgiveness, but there's no-one to ask it of. And there's no going back, there's no setting things right, there's only the hope of nothingness. — Cormac McCarthy