Anacleto Gonzalez Quotes & Sayings

Winning is always fun, but the car is more important. — Teemu Selanne

The boundaries of my world had shrunk, but I was still alive, and as long as I could go on breathing and farting and thinking my thoughts, what difference did it make where I was? — Paul Auster

Every morning the first thing I do is serve my husband a bowl full of praises. More then his stomach I try to keep his ego full. — Megha Khare

I wasn't particularly afraid of death itself. As Shakespeare said, die this year and you don't have to die the next. — Haruki Murakami

It is the LORD, who changes times and seasons; he deposes kings and raises up others. He gives wisdom to the wise and knowledge to the discerning....So, get over it! (ref. Daniel 2:21). — Josephine Akhagbeme

First of all, war is a very, very difficult thing to deal with, even on the good days. — Saxby Chambliss

Legalizing homosexuality is not the first step on a slippery slope to legalizing everything. — Jonathan Haidt

The next day was a dream of such perfection that I have never approached the like again. It was, of course, all illusion, but I like to think of it still in isolation from what came after,as a moment of bliss, one of those days when on is no longer oneself, but becomes bigger, and better, able to overcome the normal preoccupations of life and breathe more freely. — Iain Pears

The open road is gone. The spontaneous stops and sometimes not knowing where we are but not giving a damn, is gone. — J.A. Redmerski

She knew half of the correspondents had broken under the excruciating pressure. And the other half who said they had made it, simply lied. She also knew there was a good chance she would too. But it was still worth it. Because if Viola wanted anything approaching a deeper meaning, she knew it existed in moments filled with injustice and cruelty. That's where true human nature lay for her. Not because of the ferocity itself but because of what came with it, true human heart and compassion. — Piotr Ryczko

No, my lady, you are wrong! Death lives among the poor. Death lives in the foulest, darkest alleys of this city, in some vile, rat-ridden hovel that smells of-" He stopped here, partly because he had never been inside such a hut or thought of wondering what it smelled like. "Death lives among the poor," he went on, "and comes to visit them every day, for he is their only friend. — Peter S. Beagle