Lisita Pasari Quotes

#1. Why do you weep? Did you think I was immortal?

Louis XIV Of France

#2. When you think about it, words can break your heart, or they can change your day.

Anna Deavere Smith

#3. When you go to the theater, you are slipping out of your life into someone else's imaginary world.

Robert Krulwich

#4. Man must behave like a lighthouse; he must shine day and night for the goodness of everyman.

Mehmet Murat Ildan

#5. Although my elephant is different than yours. Mine's bright purple and I like to lead him around on a leash and introduce him to people by name.

Suzanne Brockmann

#6. How is it possible, as you get to know someone better, to realize how good his past is at not letting you find out anything more about him?

Angelos Michalopoulos

#7. Father worked behind closed doors inside the house, had a huge ancient Latin dictionary on a wrought-iron stand, spoke Spanish on the phone, and drank sherry and ate raw meat, in the form of chorizo, at five o'clock. Until the day in the yard with my

Alice Sebold

#8. Hardy had learned in a hard school, where the tests are given by savage Indians, by bitter cold, by hunger. These were tests where the result was not just a bad mark if one failed. The result was a starved or frozen body somewhere, forgotten in the wilderness.

Louis L'Amour

#9. Basically I am a low-culture person. I prefer watching baseball with a beer and some meatballs.

Woody Allen

#10. A life is well lived when you are content with your condition and gracious for your possessions.

Debasish Mridha

#11. I grew up in this town, my poetry was born between the hill and the river, it took its voice from the rain, and like the timber, it steeped itself in the forests.

Pablo Neruda

#12. Nothing is more exciting and bonding in relationships than creating together.

Stephen Covey

#13. It's Hydrogenville in the Hab.

Andy Weir

#14. 'Cars' is a really personal story for me because, first of all, I grew up in Los Angeles - the car crazy capital.

John Lasseter

#15. ... the way to the bottom of South America where the Indians are seven feet tall and eat cocaine on the mountainside?

Jack Kerouac