Seremos La Quotes & Sayings

I knew something about loneliness, knew what it was to sit in my room, checking my phone for texts that never came, logging onto Facebook to see other people's statuses, happy statuses indicating their lives had gone on while mine hadn't. — Alex Flinn

The door exploded inward and a tangle of bug legs appeared.
"I can hold them, but I can't kill them all," Caine shouted.
"Yeah. They're hard to kill. You got a plan?"
Caine bit savagely at his thumb, worrying the cuticle. They were surrounded. The very walls were being battered. The windows were all smashed. They couldn't fit through the door but they would soon make it wide enough.
They stood, Caine and Brianna, in the kitchen, the center of the house, as far as possible from the windows, but now the bugs had their mandibles shoved in through the doors and windows, questing, slicing the air, their ropelike tongues lashing madly.
The entire house was like a drum pounded by dozens of drumsticks.
"You know, I'm kind of disappointed," Brianna said. "Situation like this? Sam would come up with a plan. — Michael Grant

If your eyes could speak, what would they say?. — Markus Zusak

Thought makes everything fit for use. — Ralph Waldo Emerson

The first step is crucial - keep it tiny. Do not be ambitious yet. That leads to failure. Consistency is what you're shooting for here so make the hurdle as low as possible. — Eric Barker

There's nothing sexy about doing a nude scene. It's rather uncomfortable. I like dressing up rather than dressing down. — Helen Mirren

So long as I could see you every weekday, I was happy to love you from the sidelines. — Rachel Joyce

Most people', I say 'couldn't tell you if they're happy. They're simply baffled by the question. They might, if pressed, describe happiness as the absence of pain or any particular anxiety. They might cite small moments of exhilaration ... but they'd admit that even these moments are shadowed by a cloud of apprehension'. — William Donaldson

My mother's incredible diaries, which she'd written from when she was 21, and even before that. She fell in love with my father when she was 12. — Charlotte Rampling

seemed to pick the right word up on the point of his pen, like a man playing spillikins — Robert Louis Stevenson