Abandonado Tequila Quotes & Sayings

The world is a lively place enough, in which we must accommodate ourselves to circumstances, sail with the stream as glibly as we can, be content to take froth for substance, the surface for the depth, the counterfeit for the real coin. I wonder no philosopher has ever established that our globe itself is hollow. It should be, if Nature is consistent in her works. — Charles Dickens

Yes, and for the record, he thinks you're insane, too. (Otto)
Oh, goodie. But I guess that's only fair since I think he's psychotic. (Susan) — Sherrilyn Kenyon

I found collaborating with congenial doctors about problems that physicists could help solve was very satisfying. I also like educating anybody who would listen! — John Cameron

It was a mistake to think of houses, old houses, as being empty. They were filled with memories, with the faded echoes of voices. Drops of tears, drops of blood, the ring of laughter, the edge of tempers that had ebbed and flowed between the walls, into the walls, over the years.
Wasn't it, after all, a kind of life?
And there were houses, he knew it, that breathed. They carried in their wood and stone, their brick and mortar a kind of ego that was nearly, very nearly, human. — Nora Roberts

Let us remember that the Savior is the Way, the Truth, and the Life, and there can be no greater promise than to know that if we are faithful and true, we will one day be safely encircled in the arms of His love (see D&C 6:20). He is always there to give encouragement, to forgive, and to rescue. Therefore, as we exercise faith and are diligent in keeping the commandments, we have nothing to fear from the journey. — M. Russell Ballard

I was in high school, and when you get to be 14, 15, you start to feel a little more like your own person so that you can assert your adulthood a little bit. — Damien Chazelle

So what is love then is it dictated or chosen (handed down and made by hand)
Does it sing like the hymns of a thousand years
Or is it just pop emotion (handed down and made by hand)
And if it ever was there and it left
Does it mean it was never true
And to exist it must elude
Is that why I think these things of you? — Emily Saliers