Bella Thorne Quotes

My last night as Isabella Swan. Tomorrow night, I would be Bella Cullen. Though the whole marriage ordeal was a thorn in my side, I had to admit that I liked the sound of that. - bella swan

I tend to have a lot of guy friends.

Le spine della rosa sono nacoste dal fiore: the thorns of the rose are hidden by the bloom.

Los dos machos eran altos, las alas plegadas sobre cuerpos poderosos, musculosos, cubierto de cuero oscuro, armaduras que me recordaron las escamas de algunas bestias con formas de serpientes. Los dos llevaban espadas largas idénticas, con hojas simples y muy bellas tal vez no debería haberme por la ropa elegante después de todo. El que era tan solo un poco más grande, la cara en sombras, soltó una risita y dijo: —Vamos, Feyre, no mordemos. A menos que nos pidas que lo hagamos, claro. –Capítulo 16, pág. 16

Will you be sprouting wings? Riding broomsticks across the Thorn?” Bella, who was eavesdropping, begins to say something about the absence of historical evidence that witches specifically preferred broomsticks, and that such stories likely refer to any number of spells for flight or levitation—but Agnes interrupts her on the grounds that it’s boring and no one cares. “That information is for Sisters only, Mr. Lee.

If it looks like a duck, swims like a duck, and quacks like a duck, in all likelihood it's a duck.

Fuck, you’re sexy, Bella,” he groaned, pressing extra kisses to my lips as he withdrew. “What did we do to deserve a queen like you?

CHAPTER TWO The way back led them through a shallow valley lined with thorn-scrub and thistles, the shadows of even the smallest trees thrown far across the ground by the Red Leaf rays of the Sun-Dog. The camp was not far ahead, but Lucky had no intention of letting his guard down. The air was still, with a hint of frost, so Lucky was immediately alert when something rustled close by. He paused to see a golden shape push through the leafless twigs of the bushes. “Bella,” he greeted his litter-sister warily. Bella glanced awkwardly toward Fiery and Lick. She shook herself, but held her ground. “Hello, Lucky.” Lucky laid his rabbits on the ground and barked to Fiery. “I’ll catch up with you.” Fiery looked back over his shoulder, nodded, then summoned Lick on. Lucky shifted his attention to Bella, who was pacing back and forth, not meeting his eye. My litter-sister, he reminded himself; and yet she seemed more of a stranger than Fiery. Not

If something good can happen to someone, why can't it be us?

El Libertador avanza serenamente, con el sombrero en la mano. Una de las damas, desde el balcón de la esquina de la plaza principal, arroja una corona de laureles, que el héroe toma al punto y agradece, con una mirada penetrante. La mujer se llama Manuela Sáenz, y se la presentan al general por la noche en el baile de gala ofrecido por el Ayuntamiento en su honor. Tiene la bella quiteña veinticuatro años, ojos negros de gran pasión, piel blanca, rostro ovalado, cabellera muy abundante, oscurísima, partida en dos y un pecho de admirables turgencias. Luce en el baile la banda de Caballeresa del Sol, condecoración otorgada poco antes en Lima por el general San Martín a la valerosa mujer en reconocimiento de los servicios que prestara a la libertad en la capital peruana, junto a Rosita Campuzano –amante de San Martín– y otras damas de categoría. Manuela es hija ilegítima del español Simón Sáenz de Vergara y de la linajuda criolla María Joaquina Aispuru. Está casada con un inglés que le dobla casi en edad, el doctor Jaime Thorne, quien se ocupa a la vez en medicina y en negocios y mueve sus combinaciones económicas con el propio padre de Manuela. Esta bella mujer decía que se había casado con Thorne para "molestar y reírse de la aristocracia quiteña". El matrimonio se efectuó, en realidad, a poco de que la quiteña se hubiera fugado con un oficial, del convento donde se educaba.