Acomplejados Quotes & Sayings

All literature is gossip — Truman Capote

I love the sound of one hand clapping. — Sienna McQuillen

Nature haters? We know them too well: lifeless creatures created without emotion or aware of anything that is peripheral to their purpose. — Fennel Hudson

There is a level of grief so deep that it stops resembling grief at all. The pain becomes so severe that the body can no longer feel it. The grief cauterizes itself, scars over, prevents inflated feeling. Such numbness is a kind of mercy. — Elizabeth Gilbert

People - pardon me, journalists and politicians - have often accused me of believing that I'm above the law. And yet, who isn't? Everywhere you prod it, even with the shortest stick, the established system isn't simply corrupt, it's unequivocally putrescent. The law is created by demonstrable criminals, enforced by demonstrable, interpreted by demonstrable criminals, all for demonstrably criminal purposes. Of course I'm above the law. And so are you. — L. Neil Smith

Lem glowered. Your lion friends ride into some village, take all the food and every coin they find, and call it foraging. the wolves as well, so why not us? no one robbed you, dog. You just been good and foraged. — George R R Martin

If you fall during your life, it doesn't matter. You're never a failure as long as you try to get up. — Evel Knievel

I'm a huge believer in you don't really need anybody to make you feel validated or make you feel secure. When you go to sleep at night, you're with yourself, and when you wake up, you're with yourself. Be happy, just alone, regardless if you're with somebody or not. — Brittany Snow

If happiness is activity in accordance with excellence, it is reasonable that it should be in accordance with the highest excellence. — Aristotle.

I was always determined to make it as a footballer, but if things hadn't worked out, I'd have maybe followed my dad into the building industry. — Steven Gerrard

Grief came in waves, sometimes big, sometimes small, but even on the calmest days, the grief remained. The tide still came ashore. — Dianna Hardy

These are good days for him: every day a fight he can win. "Still serving your Hebrew God, I see," remarks Sir Thomas More. "I mean, your idol Usury." But when More, a scholar revered through Europe, wakes up in Chelsea to the prospect of morning prayers in Latin, he wakes up to a creator who speaks the swift patois of the markets; when More is settling in for a session of self-scourging, he and Rafe are sprinting to Lombard Street to get the day's exchange rates. — Hilary Mantel