Wanderson De Oliveira Quotes & Sayings

Wandering between two worlds, one lost, the other powerless to be born. — David Lodge

He lives most life whoever breathes most air. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

If I had to sum up what he did to me, I'd say it was this: he made me sing along to all the bad songs on the radio. Both when he loved me and when he didn't. — Jenny Offill

A nation without dregs and malcontents is orderly, peaceful and pleasant, but perhaps without the seed of things to come. — Eric Hoffer

We sat grown quiet at the name of love;
We saw the last embers of daylight die,
And in the trembling blue-green of the sky
A moon, worn as if it had been a shell
Washed by time's waters as they rose and fell
About the stars and broke in days and years.
I had a thought for no one's but your ears:
That you were beautiful, and that I strove
To love you in the old high way of love;
That it had all seemed happy, and yet we'd grown
As weary-hearted as that hollow moon — W.B.Yeats

More than any expert Irene had met, Mr. Simms mastered the intricacies of dealing in art. He understood an object's worth, not solely its dollar value but how that value could be manipulated into emotional currency. — Kim Fay

An exceptional woman with all the desired qualities exists only in a man's imagination. — Michael Bassey Johnson

The biggest changes in a women's nature are brought by love; in man, by ambition — Rabindranath Tagore

i want to apologize to all the women i have called pretty before i've called them intelligent or brave i am sorry i made it sound as though something as simple as what you're born with is the most you have to be proud of when your spirit has crushed mountains from now on i will say things like you are resilient or you are extraordinary not because i don't think you're pretty but because you are so much more than that — Rupi Kaur

The lives lost are of less consequence than the spoils gained. — Hugh Howey

A wave of yet more tender joy escaped from his heart, and went coursing in warm flood along his arteries. Like the tender fires of stars moments of their life together, that no one knew of, or would ever know of, broke upon and illumined his memory.. — James Joyce