Teruel Wikipedia Quotes & Sayings

But a chance tone of colour in a room or a morning sky, a particular perfume that you had once loved and that brings subtle memories with it, a line from a forgotten poem that you had come across again, a cadence from a piece of music that you had ceased to play
I tell you, Dorian, that it is on things like these that our lives depend. Browning writes about that somewhere; but our own senses will imagine them for us. There are moments when the odour of lilas blanc passes suddenly across me, and I have to live the strangest month of my life over again. — Oscar Wilde

Nowadays, if you have a mustache, people look at you like you're crazy. But when I was growing up, I never saw my dad without a mustache. — Kevin Connolly

We have to start looking at the world through women's eyes' how are human rights, peace and development defined from the perspective of the lives of women? It's also important to look at the world from the perspective of the lives of diverse women, because there is not single women's view, any more than there is a single men's view. — Charlotte Bunch

Our hope is to deliver an incredibly fun and compelling game that will give the fans more than what they've been waiting for, and show a whole new generation of gamers how much fun it is to live the life of a pirate! — Sid Meier

A sport has its own built-in integrity - doesn't need an artificial one. — Chris Crutcher

She shoots up in the neck," she told me. I told her to stick it into my ass and she tried and said, "oh oh," and I said, "what the hell's the matter?" she said, "nothing, this is New York style," and she jammed it in again and said, "oh shit." I took it and put it into my arm, I got part of it. "I don't know why people fuck with the stuff, there's not that much to it. I think they're all losers and they want to lose real bad. there's no other way, it's like they can't get where they're going or want to go and there's no other way. this has got to be it. she shoots up in the neck. — Charles Bukowski

There's no such thing as writing about the future. The future hasn't happened yet. — Joe Haldeman

The drama may be called that part of theatrical art which lends itself most readily to intellectual discussion: what is left is theater. — Robertson Davies

Cigarette, flipped it on the table, and began on another. "Just like this." That was when Mama finished her soup with a clank, suppressed a cardboard burp, and answered for him. "That Saukerl," she said. "You know what he did? He rolled up all of his filthy cigarettes, went to the market when it was in town, and traded them with some gypsy." "Eight cigarettes per book." Papa shoved one to his mouth, in triumph. He lit up and took in the smoke. "Praise the Lord for cigarettes, huh, Mama?" Mama only handed him one of her trademark looks of disgust, followed by the most common ration of her vocabulary. "Saukerl." Liesel swapped a customary wink with her papa and finished eating her soup. As always, one of her books was next to her. She could not deny that the answer to her — Markus Zusak