Corrado Moretti Quotes

#1. I'm like the trunk of a cactus, I suppose." she told him. "I take in a dose of culture and time with friends, then I retreat and go live on it for a while until I get thirsty again.

Nancy Horan

#2. The building itself almost appeared to be holding its breath.

Haruki Murakami

#3. Every experience is a lesson. Every loss is a gain.

Sathya Sai Baba

#4. I would imagine that not having any potential could be less difficult than not fulfilling it.

Dov Davidoff

#5. After one last kiss, she stepped away, wrapping his jacket tightly around her. "I'm keeping the coat."
"Okay."
"I'm going to wear it to bed."
"Okay."
"With nothing on underneath it."
Winking, she slipped inside, leaving him on the porch with that mental image ringing through his head.

J.M. Darhower

#6. Heavy pillars, carved from the rock, bear the roof. Slowly, one's eyes become accustomed to the dim light; then they can make out marvelous representations from Indian mythology carved on the walls.

Rudolf Otto

#7. It was the voice of mad seas, roaring immense,/ That shattered your infant breast, too soft, too human.

Arthur Rimbaud

#8. The generosity, to me it's less about the money and more about the support and the idea that people still care and love what Chris stood for and love him.

Taya Kyle

#9. I don't want to take somebody else's beating. That makes me unhappy.

Jack Kirby

#10. Would you be willing to take a lie detector test?"
"I'm afraid not," he said. "It goes against my religion."
His brow furrowed. "How?"
"Only God can judge me ...

J.M. Darhower

#11. He'd never seen anything so downright beautiful. A sense of peace fell over him, calming him, pacifying the always-tense nerves inside of him, and soothing his very soul. He wanted to take that moment, to capture it, and keep it forever.

J.M. Darhower

#12. My roots, my background and the way I act is working class, but it would be hypsocritical to say I'm anything else than middle class now.

John Prescott

#13. Do you know why I left America, Lidewij? So that I would never again have to encounter Americans."
"But you are an American."
"Incurably so, it seems.

John Green

#14. Please," she pleaded again, hands roaming his back, nails scraping his skin. "More." He pushed into her slowly, sinking every inch of himself inside again. "Like that?" "Harder," she demanded. "Fuck me, Corrado.

J.M. Darhower

#15. My restless, roaming spirit would not allow me to remain at home very long.

Buffalo Bill