Rodowicz Nago Quotes & Sayings

I'm not perfect, and I'd like to pretend you aren't, either. — Aly Martinez

And Francie whispered yeah in agreement. She was proud of that smell. It let her know that nearby was a waterway, which, dirty though it was, joined a river that flowed out to the sea. To her, the stupendous stench suggested far-sailing ships and adventure and she was pleased with the smell. — Betty Smith

Actually, the idea of economic man is an efficient way of excluding women. We have historically allocated women certain activities and said that she must do them because she is a woman. Then we create an economic theory that states that these activities have no economic meaning. — Katrine Marcal

But any idea of plainness is simply contrary to the fancy color that is red. — Marion Roach

As for Humphrey, he was never renowned for tidiness. "My nature abhors the vacuum," he said. — Tom Rachman

I like to be around people who are very passionate. People that won't fight but that will be very over-protective and outspoken about their opinion, their point of view, their ideas. — Zoe Saldana

And another thing. Love is a temporary madness, it erupts like volcanos and then it subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion, it is not lying awake at night imagining that he is kissing every cranny of your body. No, don't blush, I am telling you some truths. That is just being "in love" which any fool can do. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Everything — E.K. Blair

She suspects the day of greyness
this is not commonplace but
frequent gets up
holds the ordinary day in her heart
for a moment - it leaps and kicks
this is familiar not ordinary
She put the day down
picks herself up
tries to breathe
this is habitual but hard
breathes out suspects that day
of holding up her life
longs to be held
holds tight to her books and her letters
repeats her name
suspects her bag of weighing more than she does
relies on it
her ordinary life
hopes her heart will go on beating
hopes her life will not mind her questions. — Caroline Griffin

Ironing was a particularly galling waste of time. You'd spend twenty minutes pressing one shirt front and back, spraying starch and getting the creases sharp, but once the man of the house put it on, it would wrinkle as soon as he bent an elbow; plus, you couldn't even see whether the danged shirt was ironed or not under his suit coat. — Jeannette Walls