Tortora Tile Quotes & Sayings

If a cat sits on a hot stove, that cat won't sit on a hot stove again. That cat won't sit on a cold stove either. That cat just don't like stoves. — Mark Twain

I wish you did return my regard," he said. "More than I have ever wished anything in my life! Perhaps you may yet learn to do so: I should warn you that I don't easily despair! — Georgette Heyer

In those years, it was easier to win the Soviet Championship than a game against 'Iron Tigran'. — Lev Polugaevsky

You can't always pick where you fight, or who you fight ... or even ... how you fight. But do the picking ... whenever you can. — Cinda Williams Chima

Those who are at war with others are not at peace with themselves. — William Hazlitt

They always say they didn't. I never heard of one who said, 'You know, I deserve this.' Never happens. — Michael Crichton

The day succeeding this remarkable Midsummer night, proved no common day. I do not mean that it brought signs in heaven above, or portents on the earth beneath; nor do I allude to meteorological phenomena, to storm, flood, or whirlwind. On the contrary: the sun rose jocund, with a July face. Morning decked her beauty with rubies, and so filled her lap with roses, that they fell from her in showers, making her path blush: the Hours woke fresh as nymphs, and emptying on the early hills their dew-vials, they stepped out dismantled of vapour: shadowless, azure, and glorious, they led the sun's steeds on a burning and unclouded course. — Charlotte Bronte

The Sun is never alone as the light remains with him always. Even when he goes down sinking...sinking, the light drowns with him — Munia Khan

It is beautiful because it could have been. It should have been. — Brandon Sanderson

The cosmos doesn't measure sweat and hours for reward. The cosmos deals in the currencies of joy and satisfaction. — Danielle LaPorte

In the pale evening gloom, when the soft fragrance of magnolias hung in the air, my heart would swell without warning, and tremble, and lurch with a stab of pain. I would try clamping my eyes shut and gritting my teeth, and wait for it to pass. And it would pass
but slowly, taking its own time, and leaving a dull ache in its path. — Haruki Murakami