Revista Vip Quotes & Sayings

go? We argued. I told him it was a fait accompli. — Anthony Horowitz

Slowed time is -- or should be -- a way of pointing to what's important. — Joan Silber

To be able to throw one's self away for the sake of a moment, to be able to sacrifice years for a woman's smile - that is happiness. — Hermann Hesse

I couldn't bear the road anymore. I'm sure that a lot of people who have been on the road a long time will say the same thing. After a while, waiting for bedroom service and planes - I wanted to go home. — Barry Manilow

The injustice of men subserves the justice of God, and often His mercy. — Sophie Swetchine

They copied all they could copy, But they couldn't copy my mind; And I left them sweatin' and stealin', A year and a half behind. — Rudyard Kipling

I've never made the separation between, say, the museum and the hardware store. I mean, I enjoy both of them, and I want to combine the two. — Andy Warhol

But the cure for most obstacles is, Be decisive. — George Weinberg

Subject: You're totally picturing me naked right now
Missy,
So how about you and I head up to the stacks to do some "shelving"? — Chelsea M. Cameron

Rome got some peachy pastings when she tried to lick the Irish. — Robert E. Howard

Few minded what their fellow citizens got up to as long as they themselves were left in peace. — Walter Moers

I'm sorry."
She bit the inside of her cheek, trying not to cry. At the same time, she was oddly touched by his apology.
"I'm sorry," he said again.
Something tore quite explicitly, and she inhaled but didn't make a sound.
He opened his eyes, looking stricken and hot and savage. "Oh, God, sweetheart. I promise it
will be better next time." He kissed the corner of her mouth softly. "I promise."
She concentrated on steadying her breath and hoped he would finish very soon. She didn't want to hurt his feelings, but this was no longer pleasant for her.
He parted his mouth over hers and licked her bottom lip. "I'm sorry. — Elizabeth Hoyt

Slowly but surely I have been soaking Rilke up these last few months: the man, his work and his life. And that is probably the only right way with literature, with study, with people or with anything else: to let it all soak in, to let it all mature slowly inside you until it has become a part of yourself. That, too, is a growing process. Everything is a growing process. And in between, emotions and sensations that strike you like lightning. But still the most important thing is the organic process of growing. — Etty Hillesum