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Mirren, she is sugar, curiosity, and rain.
I'm a rich man, but I don't want to be a miser.
Who did you eat this time? (Acheron)
It wasn't a who, akri. It was something that had hornies on its head like me. There were a bunch of them actually. All of them had hornies and they made a strange moo-moo sound. (Simi)
Oh, Fortuna, you capricious sprite!
Nature has cast but two men in the mould of statesmen,
myself and Mirabeau. After that she broke the mould.
Misogyny has not been completely wiped out anywhere. Rather, it resides on a spectrum, and our best hope for eradicating it globally is for each of us to expose and to fight against local versions of it, in the understanding that by doing so we advance the global struggle.
Now there's the Niida we all know and loathe.
Aja gave Loor an up and down once-over. She then said, "Is Loor a man's name or a woman's name?"
Ouch.
Loor answered, "It is the name of a legendary hero on Zadaa. A woman."
Really?" Aja said. "What did she do that was so heroic?"
She killed her enemies and ate them.
Inchallah" (God willing.)- MISCHIEF IN FEZ
Anna, my strong, terrifying Anna.
Smee?
What Cap'n?
You are a supreme idjit.
Aye cap'n.
MEDVIEDENKO
Why do you always wear mourning?
MASHA
I dress in black to match my life. I am unhappy.
Fire-breathing bitch-queen.
Now the fair goddess, Fortune,
Fall deep in love with thee, and her great charms
Misguide thy opposers' swords!
Madeline Hatter. Her lavender-streaked teal hair exploded around her in messy curls. The polka-dotted, striped, and lacy layers of her skirt were bunched and fluffed. Her teacup hat tilted low over one ear. "Whoops,
Lestat: Toughen up baby. I'm looking for the eternal scum.
Maktub" (It is written.)
The bisy larke, messager of day.
Mandy (lentil eating, lesbian, long socks) in PR
Rumo!" said Rumo.
"That's right!" Smyke exclaimed. "You Rumo, me Smyke."
"You Rumo, me Smyke." Rumo repeated eagerly.
"No, no." Smyke chuckled.
I loved a lass, a fair one,As fair as e'er was seen;She was indeed a rare one,Another Sheba queen:But, fool as then I was,I thought she loved me too:But now, alas! she's left me,Falero, lero, loo!
Fuckhead:
The name's MariKETA.
Go to hell,
The WITCH, doing a creepy spell somewhere right now.
What sex is she, anyway? Girly girl?"
"Base human female. There were only two, possibly three genders originally.
The goddess Nemesis, Bertol Grimmer's favourite motif after the War. The goddess of revenge.
These trifles will lead to serious mischief.
[Lat., Hae nugae seria ducent
In mala.]
Amy Studt is singing in my ear about misfits. This song used to mean so much to me; that's because I'm a misfit.
And this is Nymphadora-"
"Don't call me Nymphadora, Remus," said the young witch with a shudder. "It's Tonks."
"-Nymphadora Tonks, who prefers to be known by her surname only," finished Lupin.
"So would you if your fool of a mother had called you 'Nymphadora,' " muttered Tonks.
Zhadi. Of admirers and foes, she had plenty. They said she
What's your name?
Um ...
Think about it. You don't get to pick again.
Tris.
Her hair, brown.
Her speciality, damage.
Who the hell is that?!
Some call her Satan. Others, Beelzebub. She goes by many names.
Banned and lionised by drunken cactuses,
eternally sanguine in black and white, raw like the majestic sex on her ruby red deathswoman mouth, silver-coated terror in her eyes.
Naoma, and to the rest of the world she was Um
Miriva refused to believe that human decency should be a privilege given only to a small few, and when she complained to her mother that she did not want to be a broodmare for the sake of alliances between the villages, her mother slapped her and sent her to the fields to pick mehazi beans
Deadly little Miho. She won't let you feel a thing unless she wants you to. She twists the blade. He feels it.
Tania, last time in Morozovo, I let you go, but not this time. This time we live together or we die together.
La heradera del dia destruida.
(The heiress of the destroyed day.)
You must be talking about my new friend. The woman named Tilda.
- Olympias
The miser is as much in want of what he has as of what he has not.
Stop being silly, her name is Reshidatu. It is a pity that our official language is English, and a greater pity that our three major languages is the WaZoBia.
Mhe varujta. Trust me as if my soul were yours.
In this consists the difference between the character of a miser and that of a person of exact economy and assiduity. The one is anxious about small matters for their own sake; the other attends to them only in consequence of the scheme of life which he has laid down to himself.
Gervasio Lonquimay
Agapa Know what that is?Agapa-- Frank Corso
Now there were a few skirt-wearing, firm-breasted Algerian women who shuttled between our world and the world of the roumis, down in the French neighborhoods. We brats used to call them whores and stone them with our eyes. They were fascinating targets, because they could promise the pleasures of
I love you, Mira ... my Mate. My life. You're my everything.
A ghra. A amhain. My love. My only.
Whatever it is, don't do it!" said Catarina. "It's a bad idea."
"And why do you say that?"
"Because they're the only kind you have," she said. "I have known you a long time, and I am absolutely certain on this subject. If you are planning to become a pirate again, it's a bad idea.
Oh dios mio, she makes me burn, she makes me need. She is etching herself into mi alma
Cosmo Girl with a passion for fashion and a magic flask.
Who was this girl who thumbed her nose at two kingdoms and did as she pleased?
The happiest miser on earth is the man who saves up every friend he can make.
Misfortune and Fortune are eerily similar, but Fortune is a better dresser and more fun at parties.
A comely female inhabiting the Mohammedan Paradise to make things cheery for the good Mussulman, whose belief in her existence marks a noble discontent with his earthly spouse, whom he denies a soul.
mistress of Netherfold.
The miser, poor fool, not only starves his body, but also his own soul.
Gaea or one of her minions. But
Hera the cow queen,
This is Vee Gina.
Vera incessu patuit dea.
(The goddess indubitable was revealed in her step.)
Shigure: "That's lovely. She's so ... how shall I say it? By putting it into words I'm afraid the nobility of it all would only be obscured."
Yuki: "Of what?"
Shigure: "You know, she's so spunky!"
Kyo: "You sick bastard!
My father who art in hell, Lestat be your name.
Cassia.
Even far away, I know it's her by the way her dark hair tangles with the wind and how she stands on the red rocks of the Carving. She's more beautiful than snow.
Is this real?
She points to the sky.
Don't you mean, witch?
She is a small woman with a face like a book mite; she is not without opinions.
[Thou] mad mustachio purple-hued maltworms!
The Goddess Fortune is the devil's servant, ready to kiss any one's ass.
Exodia Obliterate!
Since you couldn't be bothered to give me your name, I'll just tell Moira that an extra from the porno version of Something Wicked This Way Comes was looking for her.
Moujiks. Right. What's a moujik?" the Tsar asked.
"Peasants, your majesty."
"Pheasants?"
"No! Peasants.
Poorly dressed Anarecsian warrioress who looked chilly in every sense of the word.
Naruto: I bet you're dying to know my name!
Gaara: I couldn't care less.
The lady of situations.
I freely admit that I am a bit of a misfit.
There was Isola in a mad hat and a purple shawl pinned with a glittering brooch. She was smiling fixedly in the wrong direction and I loved her instantly.
(Arbell)The ungrateful gorgeous bitch.
Mima. No despair. She was dying, and there was not one sign of despair in her dancing eyes.
I had no idea there'd be so many Sherpas aboard!" exclaimed Miss Simpkins.
"I'm not a Sherpa," Nadira said. "I'm a gypsy."
"Oh, my goodness!" said the chaperone.
Zola Budd: so small, so waif-like, you literally can't see her. But there she is
Toy Empressario
Wonder Afficianado
Avid Shoewearer
louche, wearing a gauzy neck scarf and
I'm not a misogynist, so you can dispense with that. I think I've done wonders for the feminist movement.
Unless I missed my guess, it was time for Fiera to go kick some ubervillian ass.
Goody.
Miseram pacem vel bello bene mutari. Even war is preferable to a shameful peace.
Dame Fortune, like most others of the female sex, is generally most indulgent to the nimble-mettled blockheads.
I am. I kill. I maim, I bleed. And I keep my boyfriend from being fucked hard." Misha
I am a misanthrope, but exceedingly benevolent; I am very cranky, and am a super-idealist ... I can digest philosophy better than food.
Praise the green earth. Chance has appointed her home, workshop, larder, middenpit. Her lousy skin scabbed here and there by cities provides us with name and nation.
Silena appeared out of the woods, her sword drawn. Her Aphrodite armour was pink and red, colour coordinated to match her clothes and makeup. She looked like Guerilla Warfare Barbie.
Esther Duflo, a leading randomista. 'Sometimes
Something is always wanting to incomplete fortune.
[Lat., Curtae nescio quid semper abest rei.]
Great. Now the queen thought I was a misfit, too.
While the miser is merely a capitalist gone mad, the capitalist is a rational miser.
Meg, when people don't know who they are, they are open either to being Xed, or Named
The Niobe of nations! there she stands.
Why do they call me misanthrope? Because They hate me, not I them.
chickaree coffee.
For as there are misanthropists, or haters of men, there are also misologists, or haters of ideas, and both spring from the same cause, which is ignorance of the world.
The motorcycle black madonna Two wheeled gypsy queen.
Storm. I shall call her Storm.