Amantes Escondidos Quotes & Sayings

Fit is everything. I don't care what your body type is like: If you're not wearing clothes that fit you, you can't have style. — Stacy London

He reached for my hand, lifted it to his lips, and kissed my fingertips. I love you. — Sylvia Day

Life moved in circles. Such was the path. What came would come again, breath to breath, until each riddled out the truth within. War was a path to the next, as sure as any, but lies gained nothing. — Chris Galford

He who prohibited the making of a graven image would never himself have made an image in the likeness of holy things [i.e., by creating an image of them here on earth]. Nor is there at all any composite thing or creature endowed with sensation [made by God here on earth] like those in heaven. But the face is a symbol of the rational soul, the wings are the lofty ministers and energies of powers right and left, and the voice is delightful glory in endless contemplation. — Clement Of Alexandria

In all my characters, I try to find an iota of myself, and in Castle, I found a lot. He gets away with a lot, so that's fun. — Nathan Fillion

Be prepared and be honest." -John Wooden — John Wooden

Chessie ... shit, Chessie, I love you so bad." His teeth on her throat, biting hard, his lips soothing the spot. "So fucking much, so ... so bad. — Stacia Kane

Write it down. Written goals have a way of transforming wishes into wants; cant's into cans; dreams into plans; and plans into reality. Don't just think it - ink it! — Michael Korda

The willing, Destiny guides them. The unwilling, Destiny drags them. — Seneca.

Michael, in a motel in Twentynine Palms, a gun in his hands. Not at Meredith's, painting in an explosion of new creation. Not over on Sunset, digging through the record bins, or at Launderland separating the darks and lights. Not at the Chinese market, looking at the fish with their still-bright eyes. Not at the Vista watching an old movie. Not sketching down at Echo Park. He was in a motel room in Twentynine Palms, putting a bullet in his brain. — Janet Fitch

Persecute them ... Let them be put to shame and perish ... Let his children be fatherless, and his wife a widow ... Let his children be continually vagabonds, and beg. Let there be none to extend mercy unto him, neither let there be any to favour his fatherless children. — Wiley Drake

Pity is a corroding thing. — Martha Graham