Top 36 Quotes About Mosca
#1. You're a peach full of poison, you know that? Mosca snapped back, but could not quite keep a hint of admiration from her tone.
Frances Hardinge
#2. Mosca had come armed with a rich pack of lies, ready to pick whichever seemed to suit Goshawk's mood best. Under the wintry draught of his gaze, however, she felt most of them wither away in her hands.
Frances Hardinge
#3. Kohlrabi's face had no expression at all, and suddenly Mosca could barely recognize him. His face had always seemed so honest, like an unshuttered window through which emotions shone without disguise. Perhaps his expressions had always been a magic-lantern display, a conjurer's trick.
Frances Hardinge
#4. Irrationally, Mosca felt she should have inherited her father's intimate knowledge of Mandelion. His throwaway comments about the city should have magically meshed in her mind, giving her a faultless instinct for finding her way around.
Frances Hardinge
#5. That," he whispered, "is unthinkable." In Mosca's experience, such statements generally meant that a thing was perfectly thinkable, but that the speaker did not want to think it.
Frances Hardinge
#6. Mosca had never tasted power before. It was a little like the feeling the gin had given her, but without the bitterness and the numbness in her nose.
Frances Hardinge
#7. He was bellowing a great many words that were new to Mosca and sounded quite interesting. She memorized them for future use.
Frances Hardinge
#8. Ordinary life did not stop just because kings rose and fell, Mosca realized. People adapted. If the world turned upside down, everyone ran and hid in their houses, but a very short while later, if all seemed quiet, they came out again and started selling each other potatoes.
Frances Hardinge
#9. It was hopeless. She was flawless. She was a sunbeam. Mosca gave up and got on with hating her.
Frances Hardinge
#10. I got all my limbs," Mosca answered quickly. "I been knocked and scraped and chased about but my heart's still beating inside my hide.
Frances Hardinge
#11. Mosca felt something enormous swell within the knotted stomach that she hid behind her fists. It seemed it must surge out of her like a wild, black wave, sweeping away stalls and strollers alike and biting the plaster from the walls.
Frances Hardinge
#12. Mosca sniffed at perfection. Perfection had no pulse and no heart.
Frances Hardinge
#13. Again Mosca felt she was up in the rafters, watching the mice. Little mouse, witless with fear. Running the wrong way. And here she was, just watching. Becoming a part of it by doing nothing.
Frances Hardinge
#14. Fear of the Locksmiths and Skellow's thumb-cutting knife flooded Mosca but did not fill her. Somehow there was room in her core for an angry little knot of excitement, tight and fierce as a pike's grin.
Frances Hardinge
#15. Once again Toll-by-Night had burst out of its captivity, like a monstrous jack from an innocent-looking box. And this time Mosca was a part of it.
Frances Hardinge
#16. Just between you and me,' Mosca whispered, 'radicalism is all about walkin' on the grass.
Frances Hardinge
#17. Somehow, without noticing, Mosca had become old enough to hear about such things.
Frances Hardinge
#18. This was thieves' cant. Mosca was a lover of words, and she had a sneaking liking for the grimy panache of cant, and those who wore it like a ragged red cloak.
Frances Hardinge
#19. Farinata and Tegghiaio, men of good blood, Jacopo Rusticucci, Arrigo, Mosca, and the others who set their hearts on doing good - where are they now whose high deeds might be-gem the crown of kings? I long to know their fate. Does Heaven soothe or Hell envenom them?
Dante Alighieri
#20. Mosca had preferred it when she could hear the edge in her companion's voice. Now she felt like someone who knows that there is a scorpion somewhere in the room but can't see where it is.
Frances Hardinge
#21. In Mosca's experience, a 'long story' was always a short story someone did not want to tell.
Frances Hardinge
#22. In 'Seesaw,' I played Gittel Mosca, and because it was a musical, I loved it more because I was able to do anything. I was able to use all parts of me that I don't get to use ... the comedy and the singing and the dancing.
Michele Lee
#23. One of the two of us, thought Mosca, is in a lot of trouble right now. I wonder which of us it is? She isn't turning pale or plucking at her handkerchief. Oh draggles, I think it's me.
Frances Hardinge
#24. I just go into a game and try to look at the situation and what needs to be done. I try to execute.
Masahiro Tanaka
#25. It's far too late for anything but magick, as the future is clearly up for grabs.
Antero Alli
#26. Can't say I've ever been too fond of beginnings, myself. Messy little things. Give me a good ending anytime. You know where you are with an ending.
Neil Gaiman
#27. If tolerance is taken to the point where it tolerates the destruction of those same principles that made tolerance possible in the first place, it becomes intolerable.
Gaetano Mosca
#28. Indeed, everything that is currently being said about America's diverse Muslim population - that they are foreign and exotic and un-American - was said about Catholic and Jewish immigrants nearly a century ago.
Reza Aslan
#30. The heads of leading American universities say that if they selected applicants based on grades alone, their student bodies would be 100 percent Asian.
Paul Achleitner
#31. Charley: He won't starve. None a them starve. Forget about him.
Willy: Then what have I got to remember?
Arthur Miller
#32. My biggest asset is my combination of size and speed.
Chad Ochocinco
#34. In my life I've easily lost 500 pounds but for some reason they keep finding me.
Gael Greene
#35. Billy Joel is an incredible musician. He just feels like one of the guys, you know. I grew up listening to his music.
Action Bronson
#36. There is something about everything that you can be glad about, if you keep hunting long enough to find it.
Eleanor Porter
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