Severidad Y Quotes & Sayings

Our senses are fairies who work the miracle of changing that movement into noise, and by that metamorphosis give birth to music, which makes the mute agitation of nature a harmony — Guy De Maupassant

Lakshmi is a celestial being who lives in a higher plane of existence. Her mantra is "Sring." When you chant it, it brings beauty and light into your consciousness. — Frederick Lenz

I got some peculiar looks from staff and visitors alike, but no one challenged me, which is a statement as to what an air of confidence will do. Or how truly scary crazy people are. — Josh Lanyon

It was there, deep inside everyone, hope, repentance, regret. The feeling had possessed both Elizabeth and I even on the threshold of hell, on the edge of end. — Suren Hakobyan

Someone asked me, if I were stranded on a desert island what book would I bring ... 'How to Build a Boat.' — Steven Wright

I listen, and it's Taylor explaining to Martin that she wasn't necessarily trying to get a gap between her thighs, but it's her metabolism, and she didn't even realize that some girls try to get the gap on purpose. Martin nods and scratches his head and looks bored. "She can't help her metabolism, Simon," Abby says. "Apparently not," Taylor may be an undercover, bully-fighting ninja, but she's still kind of awful. — Becky Albertalli

You've been mine for a long fucking time, baby. You just didn't know it. — Aurora Rose Reynolds

I work out of silence, because silence makes up for my actual lack of working space. Silence substitutes for actual space, for psychological distance, for a sense of privacy and intactness. In this sense silence is absolutely necessary. — Radka Donnell

How very lovable her face was to him. Yet there was nothing ethereal about it; all was real vitality, real warmth, real incarnation. And it was in her mouth that this culminated. Eyes almost as deep and speaking he had seen before, and cheeks perhaps as fair; brows as arched, a chin and throat almost as shapely; her mouth he had seen nothing to equal on the face of the earth. To a young man with the least fire in him that little upward lift in the middle of her red top lip was distracting, infatuating, maddening. He had never before seen a woman's lips and teeth which forced upon his mind with such persistent iteration the old Elizabethan simile of roses filled with snow.
Perfect, he, as a lover, might have called them off-hand. But no - they were not perfect. And it was the touch of the imperfect upon the would-be perfect that gave the sweetness, because it was that which gave the humanity. — Thomas Hardy

I've wanted to go out with you from the first moment I saw you. I just had to wait until you were ready. — Nicholas Sparks