Gisele Quotes

If someone called me chubby, it would no longer be something that kept me up late at night. Being called fat is not like being called stupid or unfunny, which is the worst thing you could ever say to me. Do I envy Jennifer Hudson for being able to lose all that weight and look smokin’ hot? Of course, yes. Do I sometimes look at Gisele Bundchen and wonder how awesome life would be if I never had to wear Spanx? Duh, of course. That’s kind of the point of Gisele Bundchen. And maybe I will, once or twice, for a very short period of time. But on the list of things I want to do in my lifetime, that’s not near the top. I mean, it’s not near the bottom either. I’d say it’s right above “Learn to drive a vespa,” but several notches below “film a chase scene for a movie.

Once upon a time, there was a girl as cunning as the fox in winter, as hungry as the wolf at first frost, and as cold as the icy wind that kept them at each other's throats. Her name was not Gisele, nor was it Marthe, nor even Pfennigeist. My name was -is- Vanja. And this is the story of how I got caught.

Other people’s words have almost nothing to do with you and almost everything to do with them.

The river in front of her was black. She thought it contained many things.

Biracial.” I correct with an edge. “Puppies are mixed.

I start to wish that my weed was laced with something that will kill me, but I know it’s not.  It’s the pure stuff I buy from my manager at work, so I try to be the first guy to die from straight marijuana.

We can’t choose the circumstances of our lives, but we can choose how we experience them.

Nova, you know invisible people never have to convince people they’re invisible. Beautiful people who want to be antisocial do.

If you are happy, you can give happiness. If you don't love yourself and if you are unhappy with yourself, you can't give anything else but that.

In the end, the longest and most important relationship any of us will ever have is with ourselves. That’s why I believe self-awareness is so important. We all need to learn to become comfortable with ourselves as early as possible, and to grasp that we are responsible for who we are. And, as I said, the best way to get to know ourselves is through our relationships with others.

I wonder,” I said. “Perhaps you can meet with an accident on the road. Harwin and I can bring back the sad news that you died while we were traveling.” Gisele looked amused—and a little intrigued. “But wouldn’t you be expected to return with my corpse in tow?” “Not if you—fell off a cliff and drowned, and the water carried you away,” I said, improvising quickly. “Not if you were mauled by wolves andeaten .” “Oh, yes, do have me devoured by wild creatures.

Better skedaddle, Gisele, before you piss off Garrett Graham.” I skate over to Ryder, playing dumb. “Garrett who?” “Are you shitting me right now? You don’t know who Garrett Graham is?” “Is he famous or something?” Ryder stares at me. “He’s hockey royalty. This is his camp.” “Oh. Yeah. I only follow figure skaters.

Like what? Like he’s the big bad wolf and you’re Little Red Riding Hood? Like he wants to put your chubby ass in a hole, starve you to death and skin you to make a woman suit?

I finished 11th grade with a perfect 5.0 GPA, so valedictorian is a sure thing if

I’m sorry Brooke.  I didn’t know that when I thought I was eating a fried chicken sandwich, I was really eating bigotry and oppression.

I want Sani to flip the fuck out, and get murdered by all the werewolves and fairies and vampires in the room.

I practically tasted you before we even exchanged names.

Twice a week, I make a point not to eat anything until lunchtime, even if I am working out. I always feel incredibly energized from this mini fast.

Tall people are naturally confident. History has proven this - Alexander the Great, Wilt Chamberlain, Gisele.

One corner of his mouth tips up. 'Gisele,' he mocks. 'Prom king,' I mock back. With a soft chuckle, he spares me one last look before striding off.

Minutes before, the child’s father, Bernard Tai, had made a frantic 911 call reporting that his daughter, Gisele, had been kidnapped from their home at 11950 Victoria Avenue in Mar Vista.

I write to you to tell you that you don’t stop being present, close by, that you accompany me everywhere I go, that this world is you, you alone, and that because of that it is larger, that it has found, thanks to you, a new dimension, a new coordinate, the one I could no longer bring myself to grant it, that it is no longer that implacable solitude that forced me at each moment to sack what rose in front of me, to hound myself — that everything changes, changes, changes under your gaze — from a letter to Gisele Celan-Lestrange

If you spend time comparing yourself with someone else, the only thing you’re doing is setting yourself up for disappointment and failure. You won’t ever feel good enough. There are seven and half billion people in the world, so chances are that someone will always be “better” than you in some respect. But is that person you? Did she grow up in your family? Did she grow up at the same time you did, share your parents, your siblings, your childhood, your teachers, your friends, your advantages, your disadvantages, your education, your jobs, or . . . ? Of course she didn’t. When we frame things that way, the idea of comparing ourselves to other people seems ridiculous. I compare myself with only one person: me. Am I doing the best I can at my job? Am I being the best wife, the best mother, the best friend, the best human being? How can I keep learning and improving?

Do they know I’m black?”  I ask. “I thought you were biracial.” To most white people, black and biracial are the same thing.

The fact that he’s a great person makes me feel even shittier.

No broad is going to rip out my throat; I don’t care what she looks like.

I smoke up all my shit and gulp down a few beers, and listen to soft, love songs by Drake, and even though I usually like Drake, I’m like ‘Drake man, these ho’s ain’t loyal.

I might Chris Brown her ass,

but I can’t tell her that it doesn’t matter that she’s poor, because it does matter to me, but I can rectify the problem.  Everything else about her is perfect.

Maybe I can be good for Zeph. Maybe she can be the woman for me. We’ll be two meth heads trying to keep each other clean. What could go wrong with that?

You have the face of an angel too naughty for God and too ambitious for the Devil. You have a body that deserves to be painted on the ceilings of cathedrals.

She could be sexy or demure. She could be a soldier or a brazen woman.

My dad will win, I silently countered, even as I smiled sweetly. I couldn’t wait to spike the ball right through her block, no matter how tall she was. In health class we’d learned that if Barbie were human, she’d be six feet tall and weigh one hundred pounds, and Gisele seemed pretty close to those dimensions. By contrast, my doll representation would be more like Barbie’s Fat Mexican-American Republican sidekick.

Blaine, basketball, football and baseball are for commoners, the lower ninety-nine percent. We need our own thing to play when we’re not sitting around talking about our family’s money. You’re right Sterling, How about a game called lacrosse? It’s a cross between an actual sport and just being fancy like la-dee-da. That’s why we call it lacrosse. We could wear polo shirts….

PROLOGUE Some years ago in the Planet Orfheus ... It was dark when Lucius reached the rendezvous which had been chosen to be the new hideout. The latter had been used for several months and they were concerned that they were being followed and were close to being discovered. "I thought you were not coming. I've been waiting for you for almost an hour. I was getting anxious," Sofia said, relieved. "Sorry, love. It is becoming increasingly difficult. I almost didn't make it today. The troops were ambushed in the last invasion. Igor and many warriors returned seriously injured," Lucius replied. He looked worried. Why this sudden encounter? They had agreed that the next would be the following week. Lucius gave her a big hug, pulled her close to him, and remained silent for a few moments. His longing and desire consumed him. She meant the world to him. Without Sofia, his life would never make sense. He would never forget those eyes, serene and sincere, with a blue so bright and clear that were able to see the soul of the tormented warrior that was he. With her golden hair, Sofia looked like an angel. "Is there a problem? You're so quiet and deep in thought," she asked, puzzled. He answered, "I'm thinking about us. How long are we keeping it secret?" He walked away from her, sighing. "We can't keep lying and pretending that all is well. You have no idea how much I have to endure when you are away from me, or when I see you with him." "Love, not now. We have already discussed this subject several times. You know that our only alternative would be to flee and pray they will never find us," she replied. Sofia knew very well that the laws of the kingdom could not be disregarded. Love, respect, and loyalty were key factors that were part of the hierarchy of Orfheus. Although she had always been in love with Lucius who had never shown any interest in her, Sofia was bound to his brother Alex as a result of a pact. Over the centuries, Lucius began to change and express loving feelings for her. She never ceased to love him and both succumbed to the temptation and passion of it. Inevitably, a love affair developed between the two. Interrupting her thoughts, Lucius grabbed her by the hand and led her into the hut. This hut was located inside a vast and beautiful forest. He pulled her by the waist, gave her a passionate kiss, stroked her hair, and said softly, "Love, I missed you so much." "I also felt homesick but the real reason I came here today is to tell you something very important. I need you to listen carefully and keep calm," she said as she ran her hands through her hair which contrasted with her pale skin. Sofia did not want to scare him. However, she imagined that he would be upset and angry with the news. Unfortunately, the revelation was inevitable and sooner or later, everything would come out. "I'm pregnant," she said unceremoniously. For a brief moment, Lucius said nothing. He just stared at her without any reaction. He seemed to be in a silent battle with his own thoughts. "But how?" he babbled, not believing what he had just heard. It was surely a bombshell revelation. That would be the end for them. Sofia said, "Stay calm, love. I know this changes everything. What we were planning for months is no longer possible." She sat on a makeshift stool and continued with tears in her eyes. "With the baby coming, I cannot simply go through the portal. The baby and I would die during the crossing." Lucius replied, "Could we ask for help from Aunt Wilda? She is very powerful. Probably she would be able to break through the magic of the portals." Sofia had already thought of that. She was well aware that it was the only choice left. Aunt Wilda had always been like a mother to her. The sorceress adopted her when she was a girl, soon after her family had died in combat.

and Gisele Blake?

En aquella casa de 523 bis, entre 7 y 8, donde Cristina creció y de la que recién se iría para casarse con Kirchner, aún sigue viviendo Ofelia con Gisele, que volvió con la madre en 2014 después de separarse de su pareja, el médico

PRÓLOGO Alguns Anos atrás no Planeta Orfheus... Escurecia quando Lucius chegou ao local combinado, do qual haviam escolhido para ser o novo esconderijo. O último havia sido utilizado por vários meses, e estavam preocupados com a possibilidade de estarem sendo perseguidos e por fim, descobertos. - Pensei que você não viesse... Estou lhe esperando faz quase uma hora, estava ficando angustiada. - disse Sofia aliviada. - Desculpe meu amor... Tudo está se tornando cada vez mais difícil, quase não consegui vir hoje. Houve uma emboscada com as tropas de Igor na última invasão, e muitos guerreiros retornaram gravemente feridos. – ele a olhou surpreso. – Porque, esse encontro repentino? Nós havíamos combinado que o próximo seria na semana seguinte! - Eu sei... Mas, não pude esperar... Lucius deu-lhe um forte abraço, trazendo-a para junto de si. Permanecendo em silêncio por alguns momentos, sentindo o cheiro dela. A saudade e o desejo o consumiam. Ela significava o seu mundo, sem Sofia, sua vida jamais faria sentido. Ele nunca esqueceria aqueles olhos, serenos e sinceros, um azul tão claro e límpido, capaz de enxergar sua alma de guerreiro atormentado. Juntamente com seus cabelos dourados, Sofia parecia um anjo. - Algum problema? Você ficou tão quieto e pensativo. – ela perguntou intrigada. - Estou pensando em nós... Quanto tempo nós conseguiremos manter tudo em segredo? – ele afastou-se dela suspirando. - Ficar mentindo e fingindo que está tudo bem. Você faz ideia do quanto eu tenho que suportar quando está longe de mim? Ou quando vejo você com ele? – Meu amor, agora não. Já discutimos diversas vezes sobre esse assunto. Você sabe que a nossa única alternativa, seria fugir, e rezar para que nunca nos encontrem. Sofia sabia muito bem que as leis do Reino não podiam ser desrespeitadas. O amor, o respeito e a lealdade eram fatores primordiais, que faziam parte da hierarquia de Orfheus. Embora sempre fosse apaixonada por Lucius, que jamais demonstrou qualquer atitude ou interesse por ela, Sofia acabou se relacionando com Alex, irmão de Lucius em consequência de um pacto. Entretanto com o decorrer dos séculos, Lucius começou a mudar e demonstrar sentimentos amorosos por ela que, nunca deixou de amá-lo e sucumbiu às tentações e a paixão por ele. Inevitavelmente um caso de amor surgiu entre os dois. Interrompendo os pensamentos dela, Lucius pegou-a pela mão e a levou para dentro da cabana. Este último lugar escolhido era reservado, adentro de uma vasta e linda floresta. Ele a puxou pela cintura, dando-lhe um beijo apaixonado, acariciou seus cabelos e disse baixinho. - Amor... Senti tanto a sua falta. - Eu também senti muitas saudades, mas o verdadeiro motivo que me trouxe hoje aqui às presas é outro. Preciso que você escute com atenção e mantenha a calma. – enquanto falava passava as mãos entre os cabelos negros de Lucius que contrastavam com sua pele clara. Sofia não queria assustá-lo. No entanto imaginava o quanto ele ficaria transtornado e nervoso com a notícia. Infelizmente a revelação era inevitável, cedo ou tarde, tudo viria à tona. - Estou grávida. – ela declarou sem cerimônias. Por um breve instante, Lucius não lhe disse nada. Somente a encarou sem reação alguma. Parecia estar em uma batalha silenciosa com seus próprios pensamentos. - Mas como? – ele balbuciava não acreditando no que acabara de escutar. Certamente aquela revelação seria o fim para os dois. - Fique calmo meu amor! Eu sei que isso muda tudo. O que estávamos planejando há meses, não será mais possível. – ela sentou-se em um banquinho improvisado e prosseguiu com lágrimas nos olhos. - Com o bebê a caminho, não posso simplesmente passar pelo portal, eu e o bebê morreríamos durante a travessia. - Poderíamos pedir ajuda para a tia Wilda, ela é muito poderosa, provavelmente, ela seria capaz de quebrar a magia dos portais. Sofia já havia pensado nessa possibilidade. Tinha plena consciência de que seria a única escolha que lhe restava.

Oh, God, Ethan, that feels good. I’m never, never gonna stop sassin’ you.

Oh God! I wore granny panties today. I didn’t think anyone would see them.” She covers her eyes with her hand in embarrassment.

Alright baby.” I grab the soup and my purse. “I think I’m ready to go repel a sad boy. I got my ring, my hickey, a naked face, glasses, and conservative hair, unless you also need to pee on my leg to ensure he picks up your scent?

This is our last date.  Not because he didn’t tell his parents my race, but because he stopped by “my house” over the weekend to ask if I wanted to go get a shaved ice at the park, and Uncle Ethan was completely confused,

I’ll fucking rip your throat out.” She caresses my neck with her perfectly

Why would you lie to me? I really liked you.”  He says softly and leans against the locker next to mine waiting for an explanation.

maioria dos homens gira no reino do vício, sexo, dinheiro e poder. Isso porque ele traz algo pior em relação aos outros animais, já que busca um subterfúgio para a dor. A dor da vida humana, que acabou se tornando a semente de uma mentalidade coletiva, uma forma de pensar de toda a humanidade que sempre brinda o sofrimento.

E quando a gente faz as coisas com amor, há 99,99% de chances de dar certo. Com

spread all over school that I was poor, and all my sister’s and I have different dad’s (which is true, but she didn’t know that at the time), and that I had roaches and bed bugs (which is not true and never was).

down my temple.               “Let’s not try to scare each other anymore sweetie, it’s not very nice.” She says as she kisses my forehead.

You have to kill a family member to be a Skinwalker.

She’s not a normal 150 pound wolf, she’s fucking

I’m not pretty crying.  My face is twisted up, there’s probably snot bubbles.  I will be an ugly mess all day even after I fix my make-up.

Well, yeah, but you’re not a wolf.  Not really right?”  Why is she not scared, and how is this broad going to tell me what I am or aren’t?  She hasn’t known me for

Sonic, where we can eat chili dogs and tater tots

Sure.” I say. Please don’t have a penis.

I’ve been going to a reading tutor at the library, in case you ever want to read anything.  I only smoke grass like twice a week now.

My head is full of poison.  I want to shave her fucking head and see if she’s still that beautiful, I want to smash all her car windows.

Nova pulls the same coupon from her purse, and Brennan says she bought another in case they needed it.  Apparently the love of coupons is genetic.

The restaurant is shit.  It’s a low-end chain steak-house with peanut shells all over the floor like I expected it to be.

Brennan says when she places her order that we’re together and have a coupon, and Nova does the same, and Ivan isn’t bothered at all, so I guess this is how people eat out.  I could die.

and

I’m not acting poor, Lamar.  I’m poor.”  She says.

If he tried to pull her out of the trap she had ridden into, he could easily get himself killed. Gisele felt certain that she would

Gisele thought it a little harsh of Nigel to be questioning her and expecting sensible answers after all she had just endured.

I feel like you’re trying to convince me that we don’t need condoms, but fuck that. If you impregnate me, I’m going to devour “ you like a praying mantis.” I pin Zeph against the wall and kiss her hard, because her threatening to kill or mutilate me is always so hot.

On Sunday evenings, there was a comparatively vast array of radio shows from which to choose. Frequently I would lie in my bed with my father, who would pull the covers over our heads and pretend that we were in a cave. This is how we would listen to shows such as Jack Benny, The Great Gildersleeve with Harold Peary, The Fred Allen Show, and The Edgar Bergen Show. As a ventriloquist, Edgar Bergen had Charlie McCarthy and the slow-witted Mortimer Snerd as puppets. For us the last show of the evening was always Your Hit Parade sponsored by Lucky Strike Cigarettes, starring Snooky Lanson, Gisele MacKenzie and a host of other well-known singers of that period. Although my father was a strict disciplinarian, on Sunday evenings he usually relaxed things and we would enjoy our time listening to the radio together.

E há coisas na vida que se faz uma vez só.

Aconteça o que acontecer, a mudança é inevitável.

O Quebra-Cabeça funciona assim: a ponta de uma peça se encaixa com o furo de uma outra e formam um castelo, um parque, um lago de patos. Juntas fazem uma cidade ou o mapa do mundo. E todas as peças têm outros furos e pontas e muitos encontros são necessários para que se possa ter uma história.

Antes de mais nada, é preciso raspar com a unha a primeira casquinha de ferida. Limpar o terreno do acidente. Tirar com um pano molhado a mancha do último sangue derramado. Para ter a coragem de, quem sabe um dia, olhar o machucado que ficou.

O Tempo Pequeno vai se espremendo dentro das células das pessoas nas grandes cidades, soprando em seus ouvidos, rápido, poluindo e apertando tudo. Mas as pessoas não sabem disso.

Não morrer é uma opção. Viver, uma decisão.

Por mais que o homem invente a desordem, a natureza sempre dá um jeito de estatelar sua beleza e harmonia pelos confins do mundo.

É muito triste quando se descobre que um amor perdido dói mais do que atropelamento de caminhão.

Mesmo que tudo passe e mesmo que tudo pereça, as pessoas continuam a correr, talvez por ficarem tontas que nem barata depois que aquilo que é amado vai embora.

Não sabe onde ela mesma se encontra agora, há muito tempo seu coração caiu num pasto qualquer e por lá ficou, chafurdado na lama em meio aos cascos dos cavalos, e agora não há mais nada mesmo que ela possa fazer, a não ser se levantar e procurá-lo lá de cima,

Isso porque do avião, no alto dos ares, até o amor tem menos gravidade.

Ela gostava dele por causa de tantos pedacinhos. Gostava da respiração que subia e descia. Das cicatrizes de pele acordada. De gente que viveu muita coisa.

As it turned out, Moss and the Patriots were hotter than the game-time temperature of 84 degrees. They ran the Jets off the field in a 38–14 rout highlighted by Moss’s 51-yard touchdown against triple coverage and 183 receiving yards on nine catches. “He was born to play football,” Brady said of his newest and most lethal weapon. The quarterback had it all now. He was getting serious with his relatively new girlfriend, Brazilian supermodel Gisele Bündchen (his ex-girlfriend, actress Bridget Moynahan, had just given birth to their son, Jack), and now he was being paired on the field with a perfect partner of a different kind. Brady wasn’t seeing the Oakland Randy Moss. He was seeing the Minnesota Moss, the vintage Moss, the 6´4˝ receiver who ran past defenders and jumped over them with ease. Brady had all day to throw to Moss and Welker, who caught the first of the quarterback’s three touchdown passes. He wasn’t sacked while posting a quarterback rating of 146.6, his best in nearly five years. Man, this was a great day for the winning coach all around. On the other sideline, Eric Mangini had made a big mistake by sticking with his quarterback, Chad Pennington, a former teammate of Moss’s at Marshall, when the outcome was no longer in doubt, subjecting his starter to some unnecessary hits as he played on an injured ankle. Pennington was annoyed enough to pull himself from the game with 6:51 left and New England leading by 17. “That was the first time I’ve ever done that,” Pennington said. Mangini played the fool on this Sunday, and Belichick surely got the biggest kick out of that. But the losing coach actually won a game within the game in the first half that the overwhelming majority of people inside Giants Stadium knew absolutely nothing about. It had started in the days before this opener, when Mangini informed his former boss that the Jets would not tolerate in their own stadium an illegal yet common Patriots practice: the videotaping of opposing coaches’ signals from the sideline. The message to Belichick was simple: Don’t do it in our house. It was something of an open secret that New England had been illegally taping opposing coaches during games for some time, and yet the first public mention of improper spying involving Belichick’s Patriots actually assigned them the collective role of victim. Following a 21–0 Miami victory in December 2006, a couple of Dolphins told the Palm Beach Post that the team had “bought” past game tapes that included audio of Brady making calls at the line, and that the information taken from those tapes had helped them shut out Brady and sack him four times. “I’ve never seen him so flustered,” said Miami linebacker Zach Thomas.

What about Gisele’s boyfriend, Milo?” I asked.

Gisele was breathing rapidly but shallowly. Scared, but in control. She was wasted as a lawyer, Victor thought. She had the talent to be an exceptional assassin.

If Gisele murdered her husband, I can assure you my Henri wasn’t involved. He’s much too lazy for murder.

Gisele wouldn’t lose a wink of sleep over me. She’d just assume Tom had been hit one too many times in the head and move on with her glamorous life.

Lightness can be found after the dark; appreciated when seldom seen.

Also, lemon is a natural disinfectant, so if anyone in my house is sick, I cut a lemon in two and leave it faceup on the dresser next to the bed. In the winter I also like making a tea out of manuka honey, three or four chopped-up lemons, and freshly grated ginger, especially if the kids or I feel the beginnings of a cold.

I believe that we can choose to live in heaven or hell right here on earth. Both are in our own minds. We are helping create either one.

There’s a quote I love that says we have only two ways to live our lives. One is as if nothing is a miracle. The other is as if everything is a miracle. Nature shows me that everything is a miracle.

Remember, you and I and everyone who lives on this earth is a part of nature—and why are we here if not to learn, grow, and help one another?

When a baby is born, a mother takes a step backward. A part of her dies. It was also the death of me-ness, of ego, of me putting myself and my own needs first. Birth is a metaphor for many aspects of life, because it takes much effort, and only after we have passed the test are we given a reward.