Scolaro Umbrellas Quotes & Sayings

What do you mean? Is she in a coma?"
"Not anymore." She braced herself for his reaction.
"But she's a cyborg."
His eyes widened, but then his attention was darting around the room as though he couldn't look at Cinder while he adjusted to that information. "I see," he said slowly, before meeting her gaze again.
"But ... is she all right?"
The question caught her by surprise and she couldn't help a startled laugh. "Oh, yeah, she's great. I mean, half the people in the world want to kill her and the other half want to chain her to a throne on the moon, which is just what she's always wanted. So she's fantastic. — Marissa Meyer

Truth, like gold, is to be obtained not by its growth, but by washing away from it all that is not gold. — Leo Tolstoy

If intellect plays a large part in the field of violence, I hold that it plays a larger part in the field of nonviolence. — Mahatma Gandhi

There have been many poets who have lived at the fifth center of creativity and never gone ahead - many painters, many dancers, many singers who created great art, but never moved to the third eye. And there have been mystics who have remained with the third eye, knowing their own inner beauty; it is so fulfilling that they thought they had arrived. Somebody is needed to tell you that there is still something more ahead; otherwise, in your ignorance, what you will do is almost unpredictable. — Rajneesh

Once you start working out, you feel better and it becomes something you make time to do. — Amber Heard

Unless a reviewer has the courage to give you unqualified praise, I say ignore the bastard. — John Steinbeck

You are a woman and I am a man and we belong in the dark together. — Caroline Kepnes

Women were far more fragile, and if there was one thing Michael could not bear, it was a woman's tears. Seeing the telltale rim of moisture pooling at the bottom of a woman's eyes was all it took to make him helpless. When a woman's voice wobbled with impending tears, all his extravagant strength and courage collapsed like a withered leaf in a gust of autumn wind. — Elizabeth Camden