Aldarondo Y Quotes & Sayings

Beat, beat, pause. Beat, beat, pause. It's absolutely beautiful. The way it sounds is beautiful. The way it cares is beautiful. The way it loves is beautiful. He — Colleen Hoover

If getting on the radio was a major motivation, I'd be one of the worst writers of all time. I admire people who do it, and I think it's a nice way to work, but I try to do the best I can and write what I like. I don't worry about it. — Randy Newman

The reviewer's view knew not of the true part of the writer's view, so good or bad, do not brew, and let them through to another part of you. — Mark Donnelly

I love being a storyteller. I love telling stories. — Henry Rollins

Your righteousness is like the mighty mountains, your judgments are like the great deep; you save humans and animals alike, O LORD. — Anonymous

How can you go out on a limb if you do not know your own tree? No art ever came out of not risking your neck. And risk
experiment
is a considerable part of the joy of doing. — Eudora Welty

Whatever replaces the fast food industry should be regional, diverse, authentic, unpredictable, sustainable, profitable
and humble. It should know its limits. — Eric Schlosser

Cheesy waffles, I was thinking, taste like love without the fear of love's dissolution, and as we came to the 90-degree curve Sunrise Avenue takes before heading straight downtown, I could almost taste them. — John Green

To Hope

Oh, Hope! thou soother sweet of human woes!
How shall I lure thee to my haunts forlorn!
For me wilt thou renew the wither'd rose,
And clear my painful path of pointed thorn?
Ah come, sweet nymph! in smiles and softness drest,
Like the young hours that lead the tender year,
Enchantress! come, and charm my cares to rest: -
Alas! the flatterer flies, and will not hear!
A prey to fear, anxiety, and pain,
Must I a sad existence still deplore?
Lo! - the flowers fade, but all the thorns remain,
'For me the vernal garland blooms no more.'
Come then, 'pale Misery's love!' be thou my cure,
And I will bless thee, who, tho' slow, art sure. — Charlotte Turner Smith

If I have unjustly wrested a plank from a drowning man, I must restore it to him though I drown myself. — Henry David Thoreau