Virda Pasan Quotes & Sayings

The whole point about T-shirts is you choose them in the morning according to your mood, like crystals, or aromatherapy oils. — Sophie Kinsella

We're all on a continuous journey to try and fix our mistakes and flaws. And, believe me, I've got plenty of them. — Ezekiel Emanuel

I've been a bad influence on you, Mr. Galloway. Less of the sarcasm, young man. Cynicism doesn't suit you," she said.

"I hardly think sarcasm is the worst thing you've brought into my life," he muttered. — Lauren James

You don't live in the past; you take a sledgehammer to it to see what stands so that you can build on it. — Samuel L. Drew

Consider the way you speak and your use of language; it's a reflection of your warrior spirit. — Frederick Lenz

In addressing a task, one almost always has several possible options, sometimes only a few, and they may all be practical and functional. But they lack the aesthetic aspect that raises it to architecture. — Arne Jacobsen

Tattoos, for example, are very hard to forget. I think there's something about the impermanence of life these days that makes it necessary to etch ink into our skins. It reminds us that we've been marked by the world, that we're still alive. That we'll never forget. — Tahereh Mafi

Indeed, we should be trying to reach out to those who don't know Jesus Christ, which is impossible in an atmosphere of hostility. — James C. Dobson

I lived on a houseboat in Amsterdam for a year. It was intense, and it's possible that I even had a few blackouts. — Wolfgang Beltracchi

Ever drive by one of those things on the highway which tells you how fast you're going? I don't even pay attention to them anymore because I found a similar gadget in my dashboard ... Some people slow down at those things ... I don't slow down. I speed up and set the high score. — Gary Gulman

French toast? Frittata?
Definitely frittata.
Leaving the table again, she transferred a small packet from freezer to fridge. It was salmon, home-smoked on the island and more delicious than any she had ever found elsewhere. Smoked salmon wasn't Cecily's doing, but the dried basil and thyme she took from the herb rack were. Taking a vacuum-sealed package of sun-dried tomatoes from the cupboard, she set it on the counter beside the herbs. Frittata, hot biscuits, and fruit salad. With mimosas. And coffee. That sounded right. Eaten out on the deck maybe?
No, not on the deck, unless the prevailing winds turned suddenly warm.
They would eat here in the kitchen, with whatever flowers the morning produced. Surely more lavender. A woman could never have enough lavender- or daylilies or astilbe, neither of which should bloom this early, but both of which had looked further along than the lavender, yesterday morning, so you never knew. — Barbara Delinsky

He informed Byrdie that his social engineering ambitions betrayed all the delusions of grandeur that you might expect from the son of a poet. — Nell Zink