Gimnasio San Angelo Quotes

#1. Much reading is like much eating -wholly useless without digestion.

Robert South

#2. Years, following years, steal something every day; At last they steal us from ourselves away.

Horace

#3. if one can surmount poverty and can love in moderation, there is no obstacle to happiness for anyone.

Pearl S. Buck

#4. You love them, even though they're gone. In order to love you need to live, if you give up on life you can no longer love. You'd no longer have the capability to love them.

Nicole Sobon

#5. Cuts to defense budgets are already underway ... there is now a lot of emphasis starting with the President that we have to build up our capabilities for development aid, resolutions, and getting allies to cooperate more on what needs to be done in the name of security.

James F. Hoge Jr.

#6. Hales," he purrs quietly with closed eyes, his nose grazing my flesh. "I am so yours, more than I've ever been mine.

Sigal Ehrlich

#7. And
Her soul! Her soul is consumed by this longing.

Sappho

#8. Every film I do, I'm involved with from the very conception of the project.

Irwin Winkler

#9. I keep with me all I know about you deep in my soul, because I am part of you, and you are me.

Rebecca Skloot

#10. Nothing drives people crazier than seeing someone have a good fucking life.

Chuck Palahniuk

#11. Get up, an' take my scarf," said Wade, "an' bandage these bullet-holes I got.

Zane Grey

#12. A story is time itself, boxed and compressed.

Michael Paterniti

#13. Sometimes the slightest things change the directions of our lives, the merest breath of a circumstance, a random moment that connects like a meteorite striking the earth. Lives have swiveled and changed direction on the strength of a chance remark.

Bryce Courtenay

#14. Blood of my Blood," he whispered, "and bone of my bone. You carry me within ye, Claire, and ye canna leave me now, no matter what happens, You are mine, always, if ye will it or no, if ye want me or nay. Mine, and I wilna let ye go.

Diana Gabaldon

#15. The velocity with which time flies is infinite, as is most apparent to those who look back.

Seneca The Younger