Agradecidos Por Quotes

#1. Her pain was so jagged. You couldn't touch her without it slicing through you too. I wanted to fold myself around her and absorb the rest of the blows life would deliver.

Tarryn Fisher

#2. For I have learned that every heart will get
What it prays for
Most.

Hafez

#3. Art' is the same word as 'artifice,' that is to say, something deceitful. It must succeed in giving the impression of nature by false means.

Edgar Degas

#4. Stop making parenthood harder by pretending it's not hard.

Glennon Doyle Melton

#5. Like his illustrious predecessor, Parsons did not see the two disciplines of science and magic as contradictory.

George Pendle

#6. As someone from the working class I was always interested in Russia and China and everything that related to the working class, even though I was playing the capitalist game.

John Lennon

#7. If I ideally can, I'd do a comedy, and then I would do something where I'm a mental patient, and then I'd go back and do a comedy so I can continue to express myself in different ways.

Mircea Monroe

#8. There is no allurement or enticement, actual or imaginary, which a well-disciplined mind may not surmount. The wish to resist more than half accomplishes the object.

Charlotte Dacre

#9. I do not support peace in the Middle East. And I do not support Arafat. He is a stupid, incompetent fool!

Muammar Al-Gaddafi

#10. The truth about what happens to us in this world keeps changing ... it never stops.

Marisha Pessl

#11. But I supposed love doesn't stop, even in wars.

Monica Hesse

#12. The dog gave the meat to the ass and the ass gave hay to the dog and both went hungry

Leo Tolstoy

#13. Mrs. Bonneville never buckled her seat belt, even though it was required by state law; an ardent libertarian, she opposed government meddling in all matters of personal choice.

Carl Hiaasen

#14. For it would seem - her case proved it - that we write, not with the fingers, but with the whole person. The nerve which controls the pen winds itself about every fibre of our being, threads the heart, pierces the liver.

Virginia Woolf