Setimo Sentido Quotes & Sayings

Charley's consumption and indigestion had only become more lacerating; his eye sockets were as deep and dark as fistholes in the snow, his gums were strangely purple, he wore extravagant gold rings on every finger and a clove of garlic around his neck according to the guidance of a gypsy named Madame Africa. Bob was skinny, sallow, peevish, his complexion spoiled with so many pimples that some correspondents thought it was measles. — Ron Hansen

My grandma is very old, and she doesn't remember things a lot, but she bakes the most delicious cookies. When I was very little, we had my mom's mom, who always had candy, and my dad's mom,who always had cookies. My mom told me that when I was little, I called them "Candy Grandma" and "Cookies Grandma." I also called pizza crust "pizza bones." I don't know why I'm telling you this. — Stephen Chbosky

for I was already feeling that a malignant demon was stirring within me, — Fyodor Dostoyevsky

The kind of classic pose of a female model is to look kind of sexy and a bit annoyed. — Caitlin Moran

The principle of the design - the harmony, rhythm and balance are all the same with interior and fashion design. — Venus Williams

When the game is on, I want to be on the field, but I'm willing to catch, walk, run. I just want to be there. I'll even be water boy. — Xavier Becerra

Rising Sun jostles hard to evaporate doom filled clouds;hovering ancient land. — Aniruddha Sastikar

You can't play an emotional condition; you have an emotional condition, and because you have that condition, you try to overcome it with active doings (intentions). — Larry Moss

Look, sometimes the truth could hurt you so I blow my cig smoke right at the truth commercial. — Joe Budden

Dan, who was writing a book on the radical activity of the twenties and thirties, took the occasion of our trip to ask me about them. The whole thing seems to me so stale that I can't imagine anybody's now wanting to write about it, but we ran over the personalities and I told him a lot of stories. It seemed to me like that grisly museum of the early 1900's that I had had him visit at Niagara Falls: old stuffed two-headed calves, motheaten panthers attacking a stag, dried-up corpses from Indian graves, big bags made of rubber tires in which people had tried to shoot the falls
and around it all-powerful industrial life that no show of resistance could stop, which had ruined the landscape of the river and was crowding out everything else. — Edmund Wilson