Percorremos Quotes & Sayings

I lied to everybody. I lie very well, being an actress, naturally. — Lynn Fontanne

I play damaged people a lot. I'm a Cancer. And I say that tongue and cheek, but I wear my heart on my sleeve. I'm a very emotional woman. — Hilarie Burton

History is written by victors and, occasionally, sensationalist journalists. I mean that with the best respect. — Ray Stevenson

As grateful as we are for all the work the community health centers do, it is also important that we recognize that they cannot solve the health care crisis facing our Nation by themselves. — Jan Schakowsky

Every woman who writes is a survivor. — Tillie Olsen

Just because you cannot see it now, does not mean it is not there or not possible. See yourself succeeding and own that vision through all your planning and hard work. — Archibald Marwizi

I will not go a day without coconut oil. I personally take four tablespoons per day, either on my salads, in my cooking or in my cups of green tea. — Miranda Kerr

Simm watched the hanging with disgust. Why would the young man pretend to be a spy when he had no skills and no natural ability? As far as he could tell there had been no secret inks, no codes, and little effort to keep his movements secret. Maybe the world was better off without such fools; fledglings who fell out of the sky only to die on the ground. — Dory Codington

The founders of the Republic dealt with things as they were presented to them, in a spirit of self sacrificing Patriotism and as time has proved, with a comprehensive wisdom which it will always be safe for us to consult — Franklin Pierce

If any man wish to write in a clear style, let him be first clear in his thoughts; and if any would write in a noble style, let him first possess a noble soul. — Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe

I'm not against watching myself, but I miss a lot of it. I've got two little kids who we don't let watch TV. — William H. Macy

Very romantic," said Lillian, her voice now like the sound of snapping dry bones in her bare hands. "A middle-aged Romeo, and a Juliet who wants a divorce. — Sarah Rees Brennan

I figured if I was tired enough, I wouldn't miss Travis.
Which kind of worked, until after the three o'clock fussing-wombat feed and I got back into bed and his side of the bed was cold.
Or until I tripped over his laundry that he'd left on the bathroom floor. That he always left on the bathroom floor.
Or until I sat at the table at breakfast time and his chair was too damn empty. There was no smartarse comments, no bursts of laughter. His blue eyes didn't spark with humour and his sandy-blond hair didn't spike out just so.
There was no foot-holding under the table. — N.R. Walker