Riportare In Inglese Quotes & Sayings

On't worry about the goddamn bastards. The two words sounded shockingly violent, because his face and voice remained calm. — Ayn Rand

When people die," I said, "and you'll be able to verify this for yourself - most of 'em move on. A few of 'em stick around. But the ones who stick around are usually messed-up. Murders and suicides, or people with unfinished business. As for accidents and illness - at the very worst, they leave a little residue. A repeater. A psychic impression of the final moments, like a moving snapshot. I think the spirits of those repeaters, they're fine. They go wherever it is people ... go. When they die. — Jordan Castillo Price

You always did have a problem with undies. Remember when you wet your pants in the second grade?
- Joyce Barnhardt — Janet Evanovich

A book you finish reading is not the same book it was before you read it. — David Mitchell

You get weird and unsettling behaviour in the country. — Sara Paretsky

Must the Earth forever be arranged like an ocean steamer, with large, luxurious rooms and luxurious food for a select few, and underneath in the steerage, where the great mass can barely breathe from dirt and the poisonous air? — Various

She refused to accept the simple truism that the better you were, the bigger threat you were to those at the top ... — Michael Connelly

The beautiful clarity of all marked outlines occurred to her--there would be a deep satisfaction in strengthening fences, for instance, going along on the inside of a strong fence enclosing a large land, leaning outward to push towards the extreme limit of property; too, what about the lovely definition of a sheet of white paper alone on her desk, oblong and complete, the tightness with which the sky fitted onto the earth at the horizon, the act of caressing the spine of a book? Irresistibly, she thought with a shiver of a razor sharp edge slicing horizontally through her eyes, into her mouth, and then coming around the hard corner of a building, saw again the campus and its lights and heard its sounds. — Shirley Jackson

I grew a love for helpless, defenseless things. People would give me lions and jaguars. I had cheetahs, monkeys. — Dick Dale

I shall lie folded like a saint,
Lapped in a scented linen sheet,
On a bedstead striped with bright-blue paint,
Narrow and cold and neat. — Elinor Wylie