Stunningly Gorgeous Quotes & Sayings

It's akin to style, what I'm talking about, but it isn't style alone. It is the writer's particular and unmistakable signature on everything he writes. It is his world and no other. This is one of the things that distinguishes one writer from another. Not talent. There's plenty of that around. But a writer who has some special way of looking at things and who gives artistic expression to that way of looking: that writer may be around for a time. — Raymond Carver

I think the quality of television, given the amount of time you have, how short you have, is proportionally so much better than most movies. — Michael Douglas

Darling Eve!"
The Irish was a bit more ripe in the voice, and no, the eyes not as stunningly blue. But Julian Cross hit the gorgeous mark, and moved well.
In fact he moved straight to Eve, yanked her into a quick, hard kiss, with a hint of tongue.
"Hey!"
"I couldn't help it." The not-quite-blue-enough eyes twinkled at her. "I feel like we're close."
"Think that again and they'll have to write a fat lip into your next scene." She caught Roarke, eyes narrowed, across the room. "And possibly a broken jaw. — J.D. Robb

As soon as you know a man to be blind, you imagine that you can see it from his back. — Georg C. Lichtenberg

It was such a shame. Jared was stunningly gorgeous, and once upon a time, he was a good guy. If things had been different, I could be his. Once upon a time, I thought I was his. But I wouldn't be sacrificing my pride to him. Ever. Again. — Penelope Douglas

I think that as much as any leader is marketed we have to learn that unless we inject ourselves specifically and link our revolution to the economic struggle of our people and address those specific issues then we're never really going to have control of what happens. — Immortal Technique

He felt that he had just quaffed an enchanted potion whose venom fanned flickering flames in his veins that burned away all sense of caution and for ever freed him of that restraint which his inner voice so often told him he must obey. Now he was once again that primeval being who knows only how to follow his instincts, the predator who seeks his mate and for whom no obstacle, law or convention will be allowed to obstruct the natural course of his desire, that animal in whom passion rages unchecked and who, if need be, will kill to achieve his object. — Miklos Banffy