Apolonio Herrera Quotes & Sayings

A man does not have to be an angel to be a saint. — Albert Schweitzer

I'm a perfectly equipped failure. ( ... ) 'Thank goodness you're a failure- it's why I so distinguish you! Anything else to-day is too hideous. Look about you- look at the successes. Would you be one, on your honour? — Henry James

there is the door,use it.... — Judith McNaught

Shattered by the cumulative effect of so much horror and death, Joan was again afflicted by a crisis of faith. How could a good and benevolent God let such a thing happen? How could He so terribly afflict even children and babies, who were not guilty of any sin? — Donna Woolfolk Cross

Sometimes the ancestors deem certain information so important that they send it to the subconscious mind without being consciously asked. — Luisah Teish

The screams were too big to come out. — Stephen King

The problem is that we as a society simply accept these unrealistic standards: that you have to be thin to be perfect, to be beautiful, to be successful at work and to have a good relationship. And it is making us sick. This self-loathing is crippling women. — Crystal Renn

If you want to have order in the commonwealth, you first have to have order in the individual soul. — Russell Kirk

The fact is, when it comes to economic leadership, the Republicans have nothing to brag about. This isn't what the American people want. They want to see progress that works for them. — Debbie Wasserman Schultz

Life is not fair get used to used to it — Bill Gates

Man is weak. Purpose makes him strong. — Raheel Farooq

They have no idea that it can be done by a bus driver, a field hand, or a fry cook. They have no idea where it comes from. It comes from pain, damnation and impossibility. The blow to the soul of the gut. It comes from getting burned and seared and slugged. It comes from ... new and awful places and the same old places. — Charles Bukowski

There are not enough faces. Your own gapes back
at you on someone else, but paler, then the moment
when you see the next one and forget yourself.

It must be dreams that makes us different, must be
private cells inside a common skull.
One has the other's look and has another memory.

Despair stares out from tube-trains at itself
running on the platform for the closing door.
Everyone you meet is telling wordless barefaced truths.

Sometimes the crowd yields one you put a name to,
snapping fiction into fact. Mostly your lover passes in the rain and does not know you when you speak.

- I Remember Me — Carol Ann Duffy