Aliette de Bodard Quotes
Is almost pleasant, at first, to be Falling. The harsh, unwavering light of the City recedes, leaving you in shadow, leaving only memories of relief, of a blessed coolness seizing your limbs. Nothing has turned yet into longing, into bitterness, into the cold that will never cease, not even in the heat of summer.
Aliette de Bodard
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In the future, I want to have super-fights.
Rafael dos Anjos
Most of man's problems upon this planet, in the long history of the race, have been met and solved either partially or as a whole by experiment based on common sense and carried out with courage.
Frances Perkins
I love road trips! My husband and I love that. We bought a truck with a bench seat so we could put the dog in the middle.
Barbra Streisand
Tell me, Connie, is your mother still dead?
Ed Sullivan
May the work for the further development of chemical science, which has its strongest roots in this beautiful, strong and hard-working country of Sweden, continue to flourish in the future, for the promotion of culture and the benefit of mankind.
Otto Wallach
I can't laugh, be happy, present myself at any prize and also win on the centre court.
Gabriela Sabatini
Because of the shape of my eyes, I can wear a lot of make-up. I can do a smoky look in the evening, but in the day I wear a lot less. Most women don't deal with lip pencils - they have been given a bad name, but are essential, especially as we get older.
Lulu Kennedy-Cairns
There ain't nothing that we need to be worried about. We just need to be in the right lane where everybody else be in the left lane.
Quavo
Migos
The word 'choice' is a fraud while people choose only what they have been taught to choose.
Idries Shah
I know what it feels like to have the door slammed firmly in my face, so I'm cool with that.
Yasiin Bey
Black Star
Is almost pleasant, at first, to be Falling. The harsh, unwavering light of the City recedes, leaving you in shadow, leaving only memories of relief, of a blessed coolness seizing your limbs. Nothing has turned yet into longing, into bitterness, into the cold that will never cease, not even in the heat of summer.
Aliette de Bodard