Adverbios De Tempo Quotes & Sayings

And she [Ada] thought momentarily that she ought to worry about losing her beauty, about having become brown and stringy and rough. And then she thought that you went on living one day after another, and in time you were somebody else, your previous self only like a close relative, a sister or brother, with whom you shared a past. But a different person, a separate life. — Charles Frazier

Your eyelashes will write on my heart
the poem that could never come from the pen of a poet. — Rumi

Such is hope, Heaven's own gift to struggling mortals; pervading, like some subtle essence from the skies, all things, both good and bad; as universal as death, and more infectious than disease! — Charles Dickens

My sisters, we didn't like each other as kids. We were scared of each other, I think, but we've grown to love each other. It was fun to write about these sisters who were supposed to hate each other but really don't. — Dorothy Allison

A people without the knowledge of their past history, origin and culture is like a tree without roots. — Marcus Garvey

Life is the ability to start over again. — Joan D. Chittister

I really try to put myself in uncomfortable situations. Complacency is my enemy. — Trent Reznor

A phone number is like the combination to a safe, isn't it? I figured you gave me yours because you wanted me to crack it open, and it would be a shame to let it go to waste! (Brian to Candace) — Cherrie Lynn

The men of the period of corruption are witty and calumnious; they know that there are yet other ways of murdering than by the dagger and ambush
they know also that all that is well said is believed in. — Friedrich Nietzsche

My team name is the Duchess of Douchecockery.Yep, that's mine. — Katie Aselton

THINGS YOU NEVER HEAR: 'Please stop sucking my dick or I'll call the police. — George Carlin

Why do trees conceal the splendor of their roots? — Pablo Neruda

It is not that fathers are better or worse, not that they are more loved or criticized, but rather that they are viewed with far less intensity. There is no Philip Roth or Woody Allen or Nancy Friday who writes about fathers with a runaway excess of humor, horror ... feeling. Most of us let our fathers off the hook. — Ellen Goodman

This Army of Light was mine. I had summoned it. I had DRAWN it.
Could I have stopped it? I don't know.
The truth is, I didn't want to. — Ilsa J. Bick