Youness Zarouaki Quotes

#1. As far as I was concerned, the sun could have melted the blue right off the sky. Then the sky could be as miserable as I was.

Benjamin Alire Saenz

#2. Is that what you see in my eyes, that you know nothing about me?"
"Nothing is written in your eyes". I replied.
"It is written in my eyes and i see the reflection in yours

Haruki Murakami

#3. Whereas before I was a young, blonde girl who would do what she was told. I know who I am as a person and I'm getting damn strong.

Britney Spears

#4. She wore a lot of gray-green corduroy. She had been under the impression that it brought out her eyes, those shy stars.

Lorrie Moore

#5. If you want to be a writer, don't worry so much about writing. Read as much as you can. Read as many different writers as you can. Soak up the styles.

R.L. Stine

#6. Making art in America is about saving one's soul.

Charles Simic

#7. How could, it was felt, people be so opposed to modernity, and all the many goods it had to offer to people around the world: equality, liberty, prosperity, toleration, pluralism and representative government.

Pankaj Mishra

#8. There have to be moments when you glimpse something decent, something life-affirming even in the most twisted character. That's where the real art lies. See, I always suspect characters who are painted as lovely, decent human beings. I would always question where the darkness lies.

Martin McDonagh

#9. Talk lives in a man's head, but sometimes it is very lonely because in the heads of many men there is nothing to keep it company - and so talk goes out through the lips.

Beryl Markham

#10. To all conservative women out there: If you are so sure the embryo needed for stem cell research are precious human life that can't be destroyed, then implant one in your uterus and bring it to term. That's right, put your cervix where your mouth is.

Bill Maher

#11. Londoners, with their noses pressed to cold windows, smiled, for a mid-summer storm was raging across England. Zues had blessed their land, taking away the bright happy sun and replacing it with gusty winds, lashing rain and utter misery.

Anya Wylde