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Amarillos En Quotes By Jeff Bridges

Yeah, I loved Ray Bradbury. — Jeff Bridges

Amarillos En Quotes By Sharon Salzberg

You don't have to love yourself unconditionally before you can give or receive real love. — Sharon Salzberg

Amarillos En Quotes By Susanna Hoffs

Oh, well, I'd like to have commercial success. I guess. — Susanna Hoffs

Amarillos En Quotes By Lindsay Armstrong

Next minute you'll be telling me there's nothing wrong,' he said softly. 'One of the all time favourite lies women employ when they're hiding huge grievances. — Lindsay Armstrong

Amarillos En Quotes By Anonymous

Superheroes are works of fiction - created by individuals to hold up humanity's finest attributes and remind us that the choices we make in life have profound consequences. They also embody some of the qualities we aspire to, and as such, we can learn a great deal from them. — Anonymous

Amarillos En Quotes By Wayne Koestenbaum

Yes to fingerfucking the dialectic! Or to using the dialectic as a method of fingerfucking the binary! — Wayne Koestenbaum

Amarillos En Quotes By Lynda Barry

Flies die in so many lonely places. -Roberta Rohbeson — Lynda Barry

Amarillos En Quotes By W.G. Sebald

To him it seemed a miracle that we should last so much as a single day. There is no antidote, he writes, against the opium of time. The winter sun shows how soon the light fades from the ash, how soon night enfolds us. Hour upon hour is added to the sum. Time itself grows old. Pyramids, arches and obelisks are melting pillars of snow. Not even those who have found a place amidst the heavenly constellations have perpetuated their names: Nimrod is lost in Orion, and Osiris in the Dog Star. Indeed, old families last not three oaks. To set one's name to a work gives no one a title to be remembered, for who knows how many of the best of men have gone without a trace? The iniquity of oblivion blindly scatters her poppyseed and when wretchedness falls upon us one summer's day like snow, all we wish for is to be forgotten. — W.G. Sebald