Romanzi Per Ragazzi Quotes & Sayings

I have never been loved enough to gain the desire of reproducing a being in the image of my lover and I have never been given enough pleasure so that my brain has not had the leisure to seek better ... I have wanted the impossible ... — Rachilde

Yesterday she thought that the hungries were like houses that people used to live in. Now she thinks that every one of those houses is haunted. — M.R. Carey

We were such a part of everybody's life in the Second World War. We represented something overseas and at home - a sort of security. — Patty Andrews

The word is yes. — Ally Condie

Your love to me was like an unread book. — Countee Cullen

Once, at the dreaming dawn of history
before the world was categorized and regulated by mortal minds, before solid boundaries formed between the mortal world and any other
fairies roamed freely among men, and the two races knew each other well. Yet the knowing was never straightforward, and the adventures that mortals and fairies had together were fraught with uncertainty, for fairies and humans were alien to each other. — Colin Thubron

Men recognised her always: the same effulgent face, the same rust voice. And she and I, we recognised each other; I her face and she my legend. — Anais Nin

Eve: "She completely eye-fucked you." Roarke: "I know. I feel so cheap and used." Eve: "Shit. You got off on it. Men always do." Roarke: "True enough, which is why we're so often cheap and used. — J.D. Robb

Writing about art is only useful when it leads to the experience of art. — Walter Darby Bannard

Don't waste time on employment, discover yourself today — Sunday Adelaja

The cure for everything, is not a medicine, but the pure kindness of a
compassionate heart. — Debasish Mridha

I fall asleep with the sound of her voice echoing in my head, and a feeling in my chest like someone is scooping my heart out with a spoon. — Melissa Keil

Wishing you were here to see the trailblazers, — Linda K. Hubalek

Without Al, Mary Frances discovered what she did alone. She liked to cook for herself, to assemble a meal of things he would never consider worth a mealtime - shad roe and toast, soft-set eggs, hearts of celery and palm with a quick yellow mayonnaise, a glass of wine, an open book in her lap and the radio on. The elements that mattered most were the simple ones: butter, salt, a thick plate of white chine and a delicate glass, the music faint, the feel of paper in her hand, and the knowledge that there was more, always more book to read, more wine if she liked it, some cold fruit in the refrigerator when she was hungry again... — Ashley Warlick