Villamil Inmobiliaria Quotes & Sayings

Books: the one thing the librarians cared about more than the rules. — Claire Fayers

I'm really interested in starting to write my own songs. I never really did, but hopefully I will because I'm so interested in writing my own songs. — Danielle Bradbery

How predictable, how perfectly average, how amusing. — Gillian Flynn

I wish I didn't have a body, sometimes. — Courtney Summers

And if we all did what we should, we would wake to find ourselves in paradise — Deborah Harkness

Unwillingly Miranda wakes,
Feels the sun with terror,
One unwilling step she takes,
Shuddering to the mirror.

Miranda in Miranda's sight
Is old and gray and dirty;
Twenty-nine she was last night;
This morning she is thirty.

Shining like the morning star,
Like the twilight shining,
Haunted by a calendar,
Miranda is a-pining.

Silly girl, silver girl,
Draw the mirror toward you;
Time who makes the years to whirl
Adorned as he adored you.

Time is timelessness for you;
Calendars for the human;
What's a year, or thirty, to
Loveliness made woman?

Oh, Night will not see thirty again,
Yet soft her wing, Miranda;
Pick up your glass and tell me, then--
How old is Spring, Miranda? — Ogden Nash

Carl's abuse isn't obvious. It's not something one can even notice while it's happening. Carl doesn't do you the favor of punching you in the face and sending you to school with a black eye so that you have a fighting chance of being rescued. Carl doesn't hit, scream, or molest, allowing you to know you're being mistreated. — Maggie Young

her," he said. "She stares. That's what she does — Derek Landy

In the light of fuller day,
Of purer science, holier laws. — Charles Kingsley

Many small make a great. — Geoffrey Chaucer

An extraordinary amount of arrogance is present in any claim of having been the first in inventing something. — Benoit Mandelbrot

Life is a constant process of change with which views and values must keep up. — Yusuf Idris

Thus a man looking through a tremendous telescope does not see the cirri of an Indian summer above his charmed orchard, but does see, as my regretted colleague, the late Professor Alexander Ivanchenko, twice saw, the swarming of hesperozoa in a humid valley of the planet Venus. — Vladimir Nabokov

Forget who I really am, who I really want to be. — Nikki Grimes