Pastillas Quotes & Sayings

Eyes so black they seem all pupils. — Suzanne Collins

The scariest thing about distance is that you don't know whether they'll miss you or forget you. — Nicholas Sparks

Power is gradually stealing away from the many to the few, because the few are more vigilant and consistent. — Samuel Johnson

Even when there's pressure and distractions and expectations from others or myself, it's a good thing. It just makes me a better person. It makes me stronger. — Nick Goepper

Nonviolence does not require any outside or outward training. — Mahatma Gandhi

Edith's clothes were flung in disarray on the floor beside the bed, the covers of which had been thrown back carelessly; she lay naked and glistening under the light on the white unwrinkled sheet. Her body was lax and wanton in its naked sprawl, and it shone like pale gold. William came nearer the bed. She was fast asleep, but in a trick of the light her slightly opened mouth seemed to shape the soundless words of passion and love. He stood looking at her for a long time. He felt a distant pity and reluctant friendship and familiar respect; and he felt also a weary sadness, for he knew that he would never again be moved as he had once been moved by her presence. The sadness lessened, and he covered her gently, turned out the light, and got in bed beside her. — John Edward Williams

And, consequently, the art of propaganda or public information becomes one of the most powerful forms of directive statesmanship. — John Grierson

The parts of me that I love the most are the parts that belong to her. — Krista Ritchie

It's hardly surprising that the corporate aliens lie when it comes to the relationship between doing something about climate change and the economy. — Rebecca Solnit

I wouldn't ask any of my employees to do anything I wouldn't do. And I work as hard, if not harder than the rest of the staff, to set an example. I also believe in giving my employees a lot of room to be creative and to express themselves. — Emeril Lagasse

In spite of his exceeding mental perturbation, Simpson struggled hard to detect its nature, and define it, but the ascertaining of an elusive scent, not recognized subconsciously and at once, is a very subtle operation of the mind. And he failed. It was gone before he could properly seize or name it. Approximate description, even, seems to have been difficult, for it was unlike any smell he knew. Acrid rather, not unlike the odor of a lion, he thinks, yet softer and not wholly unpleasing, with something almost sweet in it that reminded him of the scent of decaying garden leaves, earth, and the myriad, nameless perfumes that make up the odor of a big forest. Yet the 'odor of lions' is the phrase with which he usually sums it all up.
("The Wendigo") — Algernon Blackwood

that I realized that the blind old man who played the accordion on Main Street wasn't there anymore. He was gone. — R.J. Palacio

Keys show up when you reconcile yourself to the bus ... — John Green

Do you want me enough to let me love you?" That was the real question, wasn't it? The only one that mattered. "Yes. — Kit Rocha

Only man clogs his happiness with care, destroying what is with thoughts of what may be. — John Dryden