Stavolta Korba Quotes & Sayings

I saw pure love when my son looked at me, and I knew that I had to make a good life for the two of us ... — Suzanne Somers

I can't be Pollyanna all the time. There is a certain risk in what we do. We have the power to make someone's dream come true, but we also have the power to crush it forever. — Maya Banks

Sometimes you could tell what it was about - it was interesting - and sometimes it was quite obvious that someone had lost it and it was on an endless loop. — Todd Rundgren

Skulduggery tilted his head. "Do you have a car?" "Nope." "Then we'll take mine." "Probably wise. I think I've forgoten how to drive. — Derek Landy

My parents were forever making lemonade. Neither responded to problems by drinking too much, taking anti-depressants, overeating, or suggesting they were victims. In fact, I can't recall a single day my parents slept in - the way many of us might when life throws a wrench in our plans. My parents were (are in the case of my mother - my father died in 2008) unfailingly resilient people, capable of waking up each day with a positive attitude, a new resolve to make things better. Part of this was due to their personalities, but it was also because of the generation in which they were raised. — Suzanne Venker

Truth is the ultimate power. When the truth comes around, all the lies have to run and hide. — Ice Cube

I have depth. I've read Proust. No, wait, that was Pooh. Winnie the Pooh. My bad
Charley Davidson. — Darynda Jones

Furthermore, the sense of passion or of power, of depth and vibrancy, feeling and vision, we take away from any work is the result of the intermingling, balance, play, and antagonism between these: it is the arrangement of blues, not any blue itself, which lets us see the mood it formulates, whether pensive melancholy or thoughtless delight, so that one to whom aesthetic experience comes easily will see, as Schopenhauer suggested, sadness in things as readily as smoky violet or moist verdigris. — William H Gass

I shook my head. "it's not about living in a city."
It wasn't. Back then, it wasn't just getting away. It was about not coming back. It wasn't just the size and sensibility of this place that made in unbearable, but its pull - the weird magnetism that could sap your ambition, clip your wings, leave you inert and fascinated and sinking ever deeper into the choking quicksand of small-town life. — Kat Rosenfield