Vanini Belarmino Quotes & Sayings

If Rafe had drawn up a list of tasks at Phoebe's age, he could only imagine it would have looked thusly: 1. Skip lessons. 2. Chase girls. 3. Any excuse for a fistfight. 4. Is that a squirrel? End of list. — Tessa Dare

No, I'm not a saint, Sophie. I'm just another stupid human. We smile a last smile, and I walk away. I feel her watching me, but I don't look back. — Markus Zusak

It must kill George Bush that John McCain is the most popular and Beloved Republican in America. — Paul Begala

Hatred is not what Las Vegas is about. We will have zero tolerance for anyone who is intolerant. — Oscar Goodman

I learned then that practically no one in the world is entirely bad or entirely good, and that motives are often more important than actions. — Eleanor Roosevelt

I'd hate to be a teetotaler. Imagine getting up in the morning and knowing that's as good as you're going to feel all day. — Dean Martin

Parties are only bad when a fight breaks out, when men fight over women or vice versa. Someone takes a fall, an ambulance comes, and the police arrive. If you can avoid those things, pretty much all behaviour is acceptable. — Bill Murray

I am an act of kneading, of uniting and joining that not only has produced both a creature of darkness and a creature of light, but also a creature that questions the definitions of light and dark and gives them new meanings. — Gloria E. Anzaldua

There is no number or level of success that would make me think, 'Wow, I didn't think that was possible.' — Tucker Max

I see the insipid flesh blossoming and palpitating with abandon. — Jean-Paul Sartre

For the will and not the gift makes the giver. — Gotthold Ephraim Lessing

You said Brian is forcing us to go to Key West, whether we want to or not," I said. "And you said all the houses will be there. Other than that, you might as well be speaking Etruscan." Rita — Jeff Lindsay

Hope wasn't a cottage industry; it was neither a product that she could manufacture like needlepoint samplers nor a substance she could secrete, in her cautious solitude, like a maple tree producing the essence of syrup. Hope was to be found in other people, by reaching out, by taking risks, by opening her fortress heart. — Dean Koontz