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“HANNAH: ....English landscape was invented by gardeners imitating foreign painters who were evoking classical authors. The whole thing was brought home in the luggage from the Grand Tour. Here, look -- Capability Brown doing Claude, who was doing Virgil. Arcadia! And here, superimposed by Richard Noakes, untamed nature in the style of Salvator Rosa. It's the Gothic novel expressed in landscape. Everything but vampires.”
― Tom Stoppard, Arcadia

“Não convém a gente levantar escândalo de começo, só aos poucos é que o escuro é claro”
― Guimarães Rosa, Grande Sertão: Veredas

“Rosa!" Sally says. "The police are here to help you, not to hear a lecture on comparative murder rates.”
― Justine Larbalestier, My Sister Rosa

“My children are grown-ups., so you and Noah are my only little boys I have left.”
― John Green, Turtles All the Way Down

“Non c'è appagamento che non sia reso più dolce dal protrarsi del desiderio.”
― Jacqueline Carey, Kushiel's Dart

“Kamu sahabatku, Rosa. Dan Sahabat tidak memaksa sahabatnya untuk melakukan hal yang tidak disukainya”
― F.J. Ismarianto, Peri Cinderella

“About Justice departing from the shepherds: Justice illustrates a passage from Virgil's Georgics, in which he describes how Astraea, the goddess of Justice, who used to live among mortals during the Golden Age, took refuge among country people, as times degenerated, and at length fled even from them. Rosa shows the cloud-borne goddess departing from a tumbledown farmstead as she hands her sword and scales to a bemused group of peasants, one of whom awkwardly pulls of his hat in respect.”
― Jonathan Scott, Salvator Rosa: His Life and Times

“Speak to me, Rosa. Look this way just once, over here Rosa, where I am watching.”
― John Fante, Wait Until Spring, Bandini

“She promised to be good. She wasn't.”
― Justine Larbalestier, My Sister Rosa

“Hey, ≤i�� mami,�� ��/i�� Hector called out, his grin spreading as he bit down on his lower lip. ≤i�� “Que cuerpo tan brutal.”≤/i��
I had no idea what he’d just said, but it seemed to be directed at me.
“Shut up,�� Rider replied, planting his large hand in Hector’s face and shoving him back into the driver’s side of the car. ≤i�� “No la mires.�� ��/i��

***

“Wait,�� I said, surprising the crap out of myself as she faced me, eyes wide. My cheeks heated. “What...does no la mires mean?�� I’d totally butchered the words like a typical white girl who couldn’t speak any form of Spanish would.
Her brows shot up again. “Why are you asking that?��
I raised my shoulders.
“Did someone say that to you?�� When I didn’t answer, because I was no longer sure I wanted to know what it meant, she sighed. “It basically translates to don’t look at her.�� ”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, The Problem with Forever

“... He was a bad courtier and painted an ambiguous picture entitled La Menzogna or Falsehood, to show what he felt about the need for dissimulation to achieve success; a man holds up a mask to indicate to his companion that he must adopt it if he wants to make progress at court... ... The clear message was that Rosa was not prepared to demean himself in that way.”
― Jonathan Scott, Salvator Rosa: His Life and Times

“Why did you push her ?' Rosa screams again. I realise she's pointing at me.”
― Justine Larbalestier, My Sister Rosa

“O poeta canta em verso
mas fica cheio de prosa.
A poetisa cria o Universo
com o perfume de rosa...”
― Ana Claudia Antunes, O Diario Real

“So how long do I have before—what were their names? Carl and Rosa? Yeah, that’s them. How long do I have before they come back?��
“I don’t know. Maybe...maybe an hour or so?�� My hands felt incredibly small in his.
That lopsided grin was back. “I doubt they’d be happy to find me here.��
“W���?��
His brows rose. “Maybe I’m wrong. They used to coming home to find some strange guy sitting on their couch?��
I rolled my eyes.
“That’s it, isn’t it?�� Rider tugged on my hands, and I rose, letting him pull me down to the couch beside him. He leaned back, sliding one arm around my shoulders and tucking me against his side. “Just par for the course with you, huh?��
I didn’t know what to do with my hands since he’d let go of them, so I folded them in my lap. “I’ve never had a...guy here.��
Rider stiffened and then he twisted his neck so he was looking at me.
Did I seriously admit that out loud? Squeezing my eyes shut, I sighed. “I’m just...going to shut up now.��
He chuckled. “Don’t do that. I like listening to you talk.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, The Problem with Forever

“The world is divided in two, one part works hard, the other spends its time judging you.”
― Maurizio de Giovanni, Nameless Serenade: Nocturne for Commissario Ricciardi

“Dici che una rosa è bella e subito ti senti un idiota perché hai detto la cosa più banale che potevi dire. Ci pensi un attimo, poi ti accorgi che qualsiasi altro aggettivo sarebbe suonato falso.”
― Giovanni Ragonesi, La primavera da lontano

“Las rosas eran ahora su flor favorita, pues parecían explicar bien los contrastes de la vida. La hermosura y perfección de un botón y lo terrible y doloroso de las espinas. Sin embargo, sin ellas la rosa no es una rosa ni la vida, vida.”
― Gaby Pérez Islas, La niña a la que se le vino el mundo encima (Autoayuda)

“Santa santa non sono mai stata... Ma all'inferno no, per favore, ché la dannazione eterna non credo mi si addica.”
― Lucrezia Monti, La Principessa e l'Orso

“Pero se equivocaron con los colores. En teoría el rosa es para las niñas y el azul para los �Ծ�ñ�Dz�, y no al revés.”
― Stephen King, The Waste Lands

“Perchè tutto quel nascere ogni mattia? Non ha risposta una ragazzo a cui fanno più male i petali sfioriti della rosa che le spine ed ogni mattina si guarda allo specchio come un naufrago. Si tocca il volto e cerca negli occhi, con il mare incastrato dentro, quel che vi resta di vivo.”
― Alessandro D'Avenia

“Leilani smiles. I'm surprised she knows how. For a second i'm certain she's isn't like Rosa”
― Justine Larbalestier

“A �貹����ã�� verdadeira é como a rosa,
bela, faceira e muito mais cheirosa.”
― Ana Claudia Antunes, Pierrot & Columbina (Amor de Pierrot Livro 1)

“Il mio sentimento per Michela sbocciò come sboccia una rosa nel mese di settembre: tardivo e contro ogni logica, ma inevitabile.”
― Alessio Fabbri, Il canto degli inquieti spiriti

“When I got home, a spicy scent lured me into the kitchen. My stomach grumbled and I might’ve started drooling the moment I spotted the cheesy enchiladas cooling on the counter.
They were drenched in homemade queso.
My favorite.
Dropping my bag on the floor, I skipped over to where Rosa was placing the plates on the table. I wrapped my arms around her from behind and squeezed.
Rosa laughed as she turned. “It’s the queso, isn’t it?��
Nodding, I dropped my arms and stepped back.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, The Problem with Forever

“Fate does as it pleases, but sometimes it needs a little push.”
― Maurizio de Giovanni, Il giorno dei morti: L'autunno del commissario Ricciardi

“Sono certo di averla già vista da qualche parte - dice lui, con tutta la tranquillità del mondo - Non come si incrocia una commessa o la cameriera al bar, qualcosa di più profondo... Noi due abbiamo mai scopato, ballato la rumba, fatto ginnastica orizzontale, trombato, collaudato il materasso?" chiede, snocciolando una sequenza di sinonimi davvero notevole.”
― Lucrezia Monti, Vendetta sottobanco

“...realizzo che sono sola. Vestita come per il veglione di Capodanno, in mezzo a gente che non conosco e che sembra arrivare direttamente dal Far West, in una sala enorme nella quale, in un angolo, si trova niente meno che un toro meccanico.”
― Lucrezia Monti, Vendetta sottobanco

“Ah, allora è così che succede. Quella faccenda dell'uscire dal proprio corpo, intendo. Mi sento sollevare in alto, ma non poi tanto. E non è che mi veda fluttuare sospesa sopra il mio corpo. No. Sento solo caldo sul lato destro, dalla spalla fino alla coscia. Il che è strano. Non mi risulta che in paradiso ci si possa andare solo per metà.
Forse la mia vita è talmente incasinata che persino il Padreterno deve prendersi un po' di tempo per capire che deve farci, con me.”
― Lucrezia Monti, La Principessa e l'Orso

“She pulled up to the curb in front of number 115, a boxy house with a garden so neat that people sometimes slowed down to admire it. A pruned hedge guarded the profusion of roses that bloomed from spring to winter. Each of the roses had a name. Not the proper name of its variety, but Salvatore, Roberto, Rosina- each one planted in honor of their first communion. There were also roses that honored relatives in Italy whom Rosa had never met, and a few for people she didn't know- La Donna, a scarlet beauty, and a coral floribunda whose name she couldn't remember.
The sturdy bush by the front step, covered in creamy-white blooms, was the Celesta, of course. A few feet away was the one Rosa, a six-year-old with a passion for Pepto-Bismol pink, had chosen for herself. Mamma had been so proud of her that day, beaming down like an angel from heaven. It was one of those memories Rosa cherished, because it was so clear in her heart and mind.”
― Susan Wiggs, Summer by the Sea

“Es el tiempo que dedicas a tu rosa lo que hace que tu rosa sea tan importante.”
― Mirjana Soldo, My Heart Will Triumph