Quintetto Red Quotes & Sayings

A noble shalt thou have, and present pay;
And liquor likewise will I give to thee,
And friendship shall combine, and brotherhood. — William Shakespeare

Is it still there?" I asked, staring at his head, bent over, as he wedged the stethoscope beneath my left breast. And then, before I could stop myself, "Does it sound broken? — Jennifer Weiner

I have deep roots in this Oklahoma soil. It makes me proud. — N. Scott Momaday

Anybody that's been in Indiana for five minutes knows that Hoosier hospitality is not a slogan, it's a reality. — Mike Pence

Holy effing crap, that sucks!"
I turned to her. "Effing?"
Sam shrugged. "What?"
"We're censoring now?"
"Kyle says I have a mouth like a trucker. — Gemma Halliday

it was at Pompeii, nonetheless, that archaeology was born. It was to come of age in Egypt. Once — Elizabeth Payne

I've never seen or heard of a mob sitting down to read a film script. — Deepa Mehta

There is something dark and wintry about the atmosphere of the later Middle Ages. — Lytton Strachey

Simple is humble; complicated is conceited! — Mehmet Murat Ildan

But the real enemy is the cold. It steals up on you quieter than Will, and at first you shiver and your teeth chatter and you stamp your feet and dream of mulled wine and nice hot fires. It burns, it does. Nothing burns like the cold. But only for a while. Then it gets inside you and starts to fill you up, and after a while you don't have the strength to fight it. It's easier just to sit down ot go to sleep. They say you don't feel any pain toward the end. First you go weak and drowsy, and everything starts to fade, and then it's like sinking into a sea of warm milk. Peaceful, like. — George R R Martin

A book can teach you, a conversation can assure you, a poem can seduce you, a genius can inspire you but only you can save yourself. — Anthony Anaxagorou

i'm a realist, miss randall. if you show me a glass, i see it as neither half-empty nor half-full. i see enough water to drown a man, if i can find a way to put it in his lungs. — D.L. Snell