Tosham Pin Quotes & Sayings

I love to act and that's sort of my first love. That's what I started out doing. — Zoe Kazan

Beauty is rather a light that plays over the symmetry of things than that symmetry itself. — Plotinus

Over the long term, however, too much adrenaline produces scarring on the insides of your blood vessels. These scars become magnets for molecules to accumulate, creating lumps called plaques. These can grow large enough to block the blood vessels. If it happens in the blood vessels of your heart, you get a heart attack; in your brain, you get a stroke. — John Medina

Besides....... who wants a boy? The only boys in our books are the little baby ones the man hero puts inside the heroine. — Alexa Riley

A single radio post still heard him. The only link between him and the world was a wave of music, a minor modulation. Not a lament, no cry, yet purest of sounds that ever spoke despair. — Antoine De Saint-Exupery

I graduated on a Friday. By Monday, I was doing Shakespeare in the Park. — Ving Rhames

Night fell upon them dark and starblown and the wagon grew swollen near mute with dew. On their chairs in such black immobility these travelers could have been stone figures quarried from the architecture of an older time. — Cormac McCarthy

research has shown that depressed patients without prior histories of abuse or neglect tend to respond much better to antidepressants than patients with those backgrounds.17) — Bessel A. Van Der Kolk

She began to sing, but I could not make out the words. It must have been a love song, to judge from the slightly pained expression on her face, and the way she tightly gripped the microphone. I noticed a flash of white skin on her neck. As she reached the climax of the song, her eyes half closed and her shoulders thrown back, a shudder passed through her body. She moved her arm across her chest to cradle her heart, as though consoling it, afraid it might burst. I wondered what would happen if I held her tight in my arms, in a lovers' embrace, melting into one another, bone on bone ... her heart would be crushed. The membrane would split, the veins tear free, the heart itself explode into bits of flesh, and then my desire would contain hers - it was all so painful and yet so utterly beautiful to imagine. — Yoko Ogawa

Is that a gun in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me? — Mae West

I don't judge a regime by the damning criticism of the opposition, but by the ingenuous praise of the partisan. — Jean Rostand

Her heart did not want to give up this burden, painful though it was ... The crushing pain in her chest was all she had to tie her to them until they were together again. — Rosslyn Elliott