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
I like books that aren't just lovely but that have memories in themselves. Just like playing a song, picking up a book again that has memories can take you back to another place or another time.
Emma Watson
I offer images-I conjure memories of freedom that can still be reached-like the Doors, right? But we can only open the doors-we can't drag people through.
Jim Morrison
The Doors
Sometimes being with Victoria was like tiptoeing through a mine field. Put one foot wrong and everything is going to be blown sky-high. It was exciting, but often frightening. She had a terrible temper at times.
Andy Gibb
I assisted on a lot of films outside my dad's company. I only did two of his films.
Arjun Kapoor
To abandon duty is to destroy that which makes any individual unique and capable of prodigious feats.
Eric Van Lustbader
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