Poljubac Milijardera Quotes & Sayings

Isabelle.
It was always Isabelle. — Cassandra Clare

To please God, live a godly life and nurture kindness, compassion, justice, and humility. — Jim George

Except for the title 'father,' there is no title, including 'vice president,' that I am more proud to wear than that of United States senator. — Joe Biden

Besides prostitution, magic is one of the oldest art forms that exist. — David Blaine

Rank is a great beautifier. — Edward Bulwer-Lytton, 1st Baron Lytton

One's own surroundings means so much to one, when one is feeling miserable. — Edith Sitwell

I used to practice cello while watching TV and films. I watched several complete TV series this way, including 'Lost' and 'The Wire.' As a kid, I'd read books while playing. — Joshua Roman

I have been occupied with this story, during many working hours of two years. I must have been very ill employed, if I could not leave its merits and demerits as a whole, to express themselves on its being read as a whole. But, as it is not unreasonable to suppose that I may have held its threads with a more continuous attention than anyone else can have given them during its desultory publication, it is not unreasonable to ask that the weaving may be looked at in its completed state, and with the pattern finished. — Charles Dickens

In politics, a picture is worth a thousand words. — Kathleen Troia McFarland

His terror became his companion. When it seemed to diminish, or grow easier to bear, he forced himself to remember the details of what he had said and done so that his fears returned, redoubled. His previous life, which had been without fear, he now dismissed as an illusion since he had come to believe that only in fear could the truth be found. When he woke from sleep without anxiety, he asked himself, What is wrong? What is missing? And then his door opened slowly, and a child put its head around and gazed at him: there are wheels, Ned thought, wheels within wheels. The curtains were now always closed, for the sun horrified him: he was reminded of a film he had seen some time before, and how the brightness of the noonday light had struck the water where a man, in danger of drowning, was struggling for his life. — Peter Ackroyd

It kind of scares me though, to keep wearing it every day like I do. What happens when I run out of it? Will I forget what she looked like? What it looked like when the sun reflected on her hair? The way her pillow always smelled like her? Will my memory of her run out too? — Keary Taylor