Rostro Quotes & Sayings

In twenty years, the Lottery has raised over $1.4 billion. It has been run successfully and efficiently. — Jane D. Hull

When I paint green, it doesn't mean grass; when I paint blue, it doesn't mean sky. — Henri Matisse

Later in the morning Miranda opened her wardrobe and found it full of clammy ghosts that hovered around her body when she put them on. The cold trickled down in the gaps between the material and her chest. Scarecrow girl. She felt proud and nauseous, chosen and moulded by hands that froze. — Helen Oyeyemi

I don't want to stay on the road for the rest of my life. I have two kids. — Scott Weiland

Inside, they pretended they would dream, but they did not. They sprawled on the living room sofa and Adam studied the tattoo that covered Ronan's back: all the sharp edges that hooked wondrously and fearfully into each other.
'Unguibus et rostro,' Adam said.
Ronan put Adam's fingers to his mouth.
He was never sleeping again. — Maggie Stiefvater

I don't go by the rule book ... I lead from the heart, not the head. — Princess Diana

I was bored to death and thinking more about the minibar and the after-show party than the performance. — Volker Bertelmann

The demon kept pulling him unconscious, and in those short bursts of blackness, the dreamer snatched at light, and when he swam back to consciousness, he thrust the dream into reality. He shaped them into flapping creatures and earthbound stars and flaming crowns and golden notes that sang by themselves and mint leaves scattered across the blood-streaked pavement and scraps of paper with jagged handwriting on them: Unguibus et rostro.
But he was dying. — Maggie Stiefvater

Why are solutions not just as newsworthy as problems? The notion that hostility is necessary all the time to create interest and news is not going to help us [humanity] come to agreements and solve the huge problems we have. — Gloria Steinem

In my stories, whenever there's somebody wonderful and charming and bright and intelligent, that's me! — Maeve Binchy

There was this professional hockey player that I liked. I imagined him watching at the parade and falling in love with me. It didn't occur to me that he probably wasn't interested in twelve-year-olds. — Heather O'Neill