Prometiste Regresar Quotes

#1. It's hard to live with people willing to send you to exile or death. It's hard to become intimate with them. It's hard to love them.

Milan Kundera

#2. Greenwich Village ... the village of low rents and high arts.

O. Henry

#3. Spontaneity is not enough - or, to be more exact, spontaneity is not possible until there is an unconscious coordination of form, space and vision.

Herbert Read

#4. Because I'm short and slim, I can identify with somebody who's an unlikely fit for something and desperately wants to be part of it.

Daniel Radcliffe

#5. I felt all the ways in which this world seemed so, so enormous
the height of the trees, the hush and tick of the forest, the shift of the sunlight and shadows
but also so, so removed.

Emily M. Danforth

#6. I broke my nose in gym when a ball hit me. I took a girl to her debutante ball the next week wearing a tux and a big, honking bandage. Not the romantic night she had in mind.

Wentworth Miller

#7. If we are to stop bullying in schools, we have to start with teachers and administrators. If we want to stop it, we have to stop it.

Chris Crutcher

#8. That is his head, containing a brain of a different brand than that of the synthetic jellies preserved in the skulls around him

Vladimir Nabokov

#9. I was exhausted but also for the first time in weeks I felt sleepiness, that rare, delicious liqueur, soaking into my body like blotter paper.

Barbara Kingsolver

#10. He lights a cigarette off a candle. These death-tubes, these little crutches or fuses: useful for getting through all sorts of things you don't want to get through.

Garth Risk Hallberg

#11. Power to do good is the true and lawful act of aspiring; for good thoughts (though God accept them), yet towards men are little better than good dreams, except they be put in act; and that cannot be without power and place, as the vantage and commanding ground.

John Locke

#12. if one day, that woman would seek her out, and for whatever balance of time, Cindy would have a daughter again. For now, she would return to her kitchen, wash the plate, the cup, and the fork, and just live in the world she had created, the world where the two of them existed, and nothing more.

J. Ryan Stradal