Best 22 quotes in «oz quotes» category

Beautiful was in the way that she moved and spoke. Beautiful was an action as well as a description.

Ben de onun gibi bakıp gülümseyebileyim, oturup yürüyebileyim isterdim, öylesine özgür, öylesine saygıdeğer, öylesine gizli, öylesine açıkyürekli, öylesine çocuksu ve gizemli. Doğrusu ancak Ben'in özüne girebilmiş biri böyle bakar ve yürür. Ben de kendi Ben'imin özüne girmeye çalışacağım.

Christ. No, not Christ. These leavings were made in propitiation of a much older God than the Christian one. People have called Him different things at different times, but Rachel’s sister gave Him a perfectly good name, I think: Oz the Gweat and Tewwible, God of dead things left in the ground, God of rotting flowers in drainage ditches, God of the Mystery.

For everything that's wonderful, there's something wicked, too. That's the price you pay for magic. It's worth it, I thought.

How the hell was she going to fight them? With style. She could almost hear Niko's voice. She grinned, despite herself. Do try not to die, won't you? That was Tyler. It would have been followed by a delicate yawn. And Oz: Keep your head down and don't be stupid. Lise: Bitch, do not even think about leaving me alone with all this testosterone. Giselle: You can't win if you die, so suck it up. Tutresiel: Princess, you aren't even trying if you're dying. And Alexander: Come home.

Aydınlanma, kendi özünü evrenin özüyle yer değiştirmektir!

In her time Nor Tigelaar had faced insurrectionists and collaborationists and war profiteers. She'd endured abduction and prison and self-mutilation. She'd sold herself in sex not for cash but for military information that might come in handy to the resistance, and in so doing she'd come across a rum variety of human types.

I shivered. The story was true. The Wizard of Oz had been real. Dorothy Gale had really been swept up by a tornado and brought to the Land of Oz. True, what I was living now didn't seem like the kind of storybook tale I was used to. But it didn't mean they didn't exist.

A veces solo el dolor puede curar

Kendinle yapayalnızken asla numara yapmazsın!

Kendi derin özümüzü anlama meselelerinde yalnızlık okulundan daha iyi bir okul henüz icat edilmemiştir!

Without a word to anyone, Eli and Cyrus straddle their bikes and strap on their helmets. That one act causes everyone else to mount up and start their motorcycles. Soon the yard shakes with the thunder of angry engines. Cyrus pulls out with Eli on his right. They head onto Thunder Road toward the main drag and the guys follow behind them in pairs.

Such places would not be special at all...if they appeared at regular times and in predictable ways.

The whole operation is built on artificialness of facts which are fiction, so the mass is ignorant. They believe everything is legit and even though there are those that know something is wrong, they don't "what" & "why" but if those two aspects are figured out, the "how" will amaze them out the hell and maze they've been in.

You never know what you're gonna find when you look under those covers - grandma or the wolf.

You put those goddamn pants back on this instant,” I thunder, taking a step forward.

I like how you smile and how you laugh. I like how you love and defend your family and I like how you're trying to love mine. I love how you trust. But mostly, Emily, I love you.

Oz lists the hem of his shirt, exposing his cut abs, and wipes his brow with the material. Oh my with chocolate on top. That was just beautiful.

She’s my daughter. The only one I have and the only child I’ll ever have. I see the fear in her eyes, I sense her hesitancy, but when I get her to smile it makes up for all those moments in between. I got this one chance. My last chance. I don’t want to blow what little time I have left with her so no, I don’t want anyone rocking her world.

They were great philosophies, simple philosophies. That everybody had a heart, everyone had a brain, everyone had courage, these were the gifts that were given to you; and if you use them properly, you reach the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. And that pot of gold is home. And home is not a house or a boat, it's the people who love you. And the people you love.

Yeah, Hera was definitely channelling her inner Wicked Witch of the West that day.

You can't walk on the yellow brick road without having your red shoes on. The color represents what I've been forgiven of and what I'm washed in but keeps my robe white as snow. See it started in '13 and I would call it a well-knitted finding of marketing and money handling, pass-porting through the port as I ass through the deceit that creates defeat, a price tag on each heartbeat. But I desire to be different for my desiring in life is in contrast to the cattle of life.