Rotina De Banho Quotes & Sayings

Beauty walks a razors edge, someday I'll make it mine. — Bob Dylan

I wish Obama would focus on governing the United States and would forget his country's imperialist pretensions. — Hugo Chavez

My mom made me go to a Britney Spears concert when I was young. And I was like, 'No, I don't want to!' she was like, 'You're going to be a performer, you need to see other people.' — Avril Lavigne

Stories open up new paths, sometimes send us back to old ones, and close off still others. Telling and listening to stories we too imaginatively walk down those paths - paths of longing, paths of hope, paths of desperation. — Arthur Kleinman

We'll fix it in the morning, sweetheart. You can't save the world after 1:00 a.m. Not even you. — Amy Lane

In the end you always crashed against the unspoken barricades of their love, like the walls of a padded cell. The truth of their love rendered further meaningful discussion impossible and made what had gone before empty of meaning. — Stephen King

I sometimes have a horrible fear of turning up a canvas of mine. I'm always afraid of finding a monster in place of the precious jewels I thought I had put there! — Camille Pissarro

Don't forget to smolder! — Holly Black

But old Christmas smiled as he laid this cruel-seeming spell on the out-door world, for he meant to light up the home with new brightness, to deepen all the richness of in-door colour, and give a keener edge of delight to the warm fragrance of food: he meant to prepare a sweet imprisonment that would strengthen the primitive fellowship of kindred,and make the sunshine of familiar human faces as welcome as the hidden day-star. His kindness fell but hardly on the homeless
fell but hardly on the homes where the hearth was not very warm, and where the food had little fragrance, where the human faces had no sunshine in them,but rather the leaden, blank-eyed gaze of unexpectant want. But the fine old season meant well; and if he has not learnt the secret how to bless men impartially, it is because his father Time, with unrelenting purpose, still hides that secret in his own mighty, slow-beating heart. — George Eliot

Possibly, then, writing has to do with darkness, and a desire or perhaps a compulsion to enter it, and, with luck, to illuminate it, and to bring something back out to the light. — Margaret Atwood

I want to be here with you, Avery. You don't have to worry about impressing me or wowing me. You've already done that. — J. Lynn