Pugliesi Antes Quotes & Sayings

In the harshest possible terms, I condemn political killings. — Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo

In the first minute that my soul is infused, the Image of God is imprinted in my soul; so forward is God in my behalf, and so early does he visit me. — John Donne

Well, this was disappointing. I supposed I had jumped to a rather large conclusion, with the help of my research. It just went to show that Wikipedia was a liar and Google a whore. — Maggie Stiefvater

I am nervous. I'm afraid. But I will stand here in the white hot heat of you. — Pleasefindthis

Pretty girls make graves — Jack Kerouac

Walking into the library, I took in my breath sharply and stopped: glass fronted bookcases and Gothic panels, stretching fifteen feet to a frescoed and plaster-medallioned ceiling. In the back of the room was a marble fireplace, big as a sepulchre, and a globed gasolier
dripping with prisms and strings of crystal beading
sparkled in the dim.
There was a piano, too, and Charles was playing, a glass of whiskey on the seat beside him. He was a little drunk; the Chopin was slurred and fluid, the notes melting sleepily into one another. A breeze stirred the heavy, moth-eaten velvet curtains, ruffling his hair. — Donna Tartt

Tell me ... tell me how much you want me, Leo," I breathed out. "I want to lay you down and slip deep inside you. I want to find every secret part of you with my lips, my tongue, my hands. I want you to ride me while I watch. I want to hear our skin slapping together. I want to wake up next to you in the morning and do it all over again. Need you so much. You're all I want. — Ilsa Madden-Mills

Sometimes the best results come when you are thrown in the deep end. — Natalie Cook

I have heard of you- a kind of revolutionary. Hard to be a revolutionary in the deadly museum business. — Thomas Hoving

Now a' is done that men can do, And a' is done in vain. — Robert Burns

I am interested in imperfections, quirkiness, insanity, unpredictability. — Tibor Kalman

This lion that I'd sauntered up to wearing my flashy peacock feathers hadn't snapped the head off my skinny, brilliantly colored neck, he'd only licked me and waited for me to grow claws. I had neither flashy feathers nor claws now. I'd become yet another thing.
A steel fist inside a velvet glove.
Strong enough that I was no longer afraid to be gentle. Powerful enough that I could be vulnerable. Scarred enough that I could understand and thread lightly around the deepest scars of others. — Karen Marie Moning

On average, everyone has read The Da Vinci Code. You have probably read it. Even if you have not read it, statistically you have. — Andy Miller

I didn't know how to stop wanting him. It wasn't that I had any hope - I knew I'd never see him again. But that didn't stop me from comparing every other man to Hardy and finding them all lacking. I had exhausted myself loving him. — Lisa Kleypas