Pressero Quotes & Sayings

if a leader combines leadership principles with an understanding of context, there will be effective execution. — Russell E. Palmer

Wimbledon is getting a bit too like Royal Ascot. It's not what happens or who wins so much, as what clothes do I have on. — David Lloyd

I like Pique a lot. He has class. He knows how to defend and also how to score. He is perfect in a duo with Carles Puyol. — Paolo Maldini

I prefer to have some beliefs that don't make logical sense. — Louise Erdrich

For Wayfarers still journeying, for Wanderers at rest. — Lloyd Alexander

there's no way I can sleep in any position with so much still unwritten about the glory of basements, where,
with all the promise in crock pot boxes, small animals go to die, piles of laundry hide the machines, rusted tools fall into other rusted tools giving way to unsung sculpture, soiled playing cards and unmatched socks strewn atop a punched-out screen door make a shaggy parquet; and a famished, leggy fluorescent tube barely winks on the entire scene. — Kristen Henderson

Well, I figure if you're gonna screw things up by skipping school, the day better be worth it. — Katie Klein

The twin gods, Necessity and Chance, walked among the stars. What needed to be, was; what might be, sometimes was. — Rachel Hartman

Women have been systematically pushed out of spirituality by men. — Frederick Lenz

Every once in while, a person will do something obvious and direct that is no more than it appears to be. I think they do it to throw you off. — Steven Brust

I mean, Britain is a country of successful Muslim businesspeople, teachers and educators, journalists. So, we have to say very strongly that the two million plus Muslims in Britain, the vast bulk of them make a huge contribution to our society, and they actually make it the vibrant society it is. — David Miliband

I'm Tally Youngblood. Make me pretty. -Tally Youngblood — Scott Westerfeld

He looked at her Something Turned cancerous He was in love. — Henry Rollins

This one," he said, "is for my wife."
With a pointed glance, Gideon signaled the band to start. An instantly recognizable bass beat ratcheted up my pulse.
"Lifehouse!" Shawny crowed, clapping her hands. "I love them!"
"He's calling you his wife already!" Megumi yelled, leaning toward me. "How freaking' lucky are you?"
I didn't glance at her. I couldn't. My attention was riveted on Gideon as he looked directly at me and sang, telling me in a lusciously raspy voice that he was desperate for change and starving for truth.
He was answering my song.
My eyes burned even as my heart began to beat with a different rhythm. Had I thought he'd be unemotional? My Good, he was killing me, baring his soul in the rough timbre of his voice.
"Holy fuck," Cary said, his eyes on the stage. "The man can sing."
I was hanging by a moment, too, hanging on to every word, hearing his message about chasing after me and falling more in love. — Sylvia Day