Roselani Tropics Quotes & Sayings

The longer they were together the more doubtful seemed the nature of his regard, and sometimes for a few painful minutes she believed it to be no more than friendship — Jane Austen

I hope you know how rare a girl like Livia is."
Blake nodded, but said nothing.
"I've only met a few souls as crystal clear as hers," Bea continued. "One of them was my Aaron; we were married for sixty-two years.
Souls like that, my boy, are a gift. Cherish her."
"I will." Blake stood and gave Bea a formal bow only he could get away with. — Debra Anastasia

But I can't pretend I don't know how little the goodwill of even the best surgeon can accomplish against the workings of fate. A man's hands are rooted firmly in the earth, Angela. God, if he exists, is behind our backs. — Margaret Mazzantini

This war is being played in the realm of public opinion and has dire consequences for our soldiers in Iraq, the future of our country, and freedom around the world. — John Doolittle

Nothing gives one a more spuriously good conscience than keeping rules, even if there has been a total absence of all real charity and faith. — C.S. Lewis

I have always wanted to write in such a way that will make people think, Why, I've always thought that but never found the words for it. — Pamela Hansford Johnson

My mother is my father's wife. And the children of lovers are orphans. — Nancy Horan

Coraline wondered why so few of the adults she had met made any sense. She sometimes wondered who they thought they were talking to. — Neil Gaiman

Everything I need now is here — Wayne W. Dyer

I didn't learn fire-eating to conquer my fears. I learned fire-eating because I desperately wanted to be in show business. — Penn Jillette

Smoking is suicide by instalments. — H.M. Forester

Drawing is the artist's most direct and spontaneous expression, a species of writing: it reveals, better than does painting, his true personality. — Edgar Degas

The girl remains on the ground. He looks at her and she looks at him and the air feels at once static and loaded, as if there is some kind of undersound his ear can't quite decipher. Like after a bell rings. That's how it is between them. There is something celestial about her, her skin a pale color, but a paleness of the softest gray-white imaginable, as if she had been soaking for years in a bath of moonlight. — Benjamin Percy