Tecca Reviews Quotes & Sayings

Indians are the Italians of Asia and vice versa. Every man in both countries is a singer when he is happy, and every woman is a dancer when she walks to the shop at the corner. For them, food is the music inside the body and music is the food inside the heart. Amore or Pyar makes every man a poet, a princess of peasant girl if only for second eyes of man and woman meets. — Gregory David Roberts

99% of fund managers demonstrate no evidence of skill whatsoever. — William J. Bernstein

Maybe I believed in destiny because I wanted to believe. — Claudia Gray

Her fear was palatable: she tasted it, her pores oozed it, her hair tingled. Why — Allison Brennan

The first diabolical character who intruded himself on my peaceful youth (as I called to mind that day at Dullborough), was a certain Captain Murderer. This wretch must have been an off-shoot of the Blue Beard family, but I had no suspicion of the consanguinity in those times. His warning name would seem to have awakened no general prejudice against him, for he was admitted into the best society and possessed immense wealth. Captain Murderer's mission was matrimony, and the gratification of a cannibal appetite with tender brides. — Charles Dickens

I was determined to have a spotless house when I grew up. — Sam Taylor-Johnson

Damn the rules, it's the feeling that counts. — John Coltrane

You're not free, unless you come to the place where you have nothing to prove. — Joyce Meyer

His chin grazed the top of my head and then his lips brushed across my forehead.
"I'm not going anywhere," he said. "I'll be right here when you wake up, sweetheart. I promise. — J. Lynn

The Mologai. The sun shines less in the Mologai, but heat gathers there in the shade and smoke. Steep cramped dwellings, shops oldish. Oddly, smoke pervading the whole area. The streets cling to contours. You clamber up steps from one narrow alleyway to the next, among the stalls. It's an antique hunter's paradise - or rather purgatory, because the promise of heaven takes time to realize. — Jonathan Gash

Give me a theme," the little poet cried, "And I will do my part," "'Tis not a theme you need," the world replied; "You need a heart. — Richard Watson Gilder