Aprendiamos Quotes & Sayings

I reserve hatred for a select few. And even then, I'm ashamed of it. — Jim Melvin

I think the sensitivity that you need to create certain things sometimes would spill over into things that shouldn't have bothered me. — Jack White

The world is ... the natural setting of, and field for, all my thoughts and all my explicit perceptions. Truth does not inhabit only the inner man, or more accurately, there is no inner man, man is in the world, and only in the world does he know himself. — Maurice Merleau Ponty

Women and their bodies are beautiful. Men are always gonna want to follow them around. — Robin Thicke

When you go into the psych ward, you can't have anything with you except colored pencils. You can't have any electronics. If you have a drawstring on your pants, a belt, shoelaces, a hood, or extra-long fabric, your very clothes are ripped off your back. They search you with a metal detector like you're a criminal, doing everything short of putting their hand up your butt. Before you go through those cold, automatic, barred doors, you know your life is not your own. This is especially true during the first week, while you stare at florescent lighting and wait impatiently for your meds to kick in. I wish I had remembered the psych ward prison cell a week ago. If I had, maybe I wouldn't be wearing this hospital gown that they gave me until I can get more compliant clothes. — Jacquelyn Nicole Davis

I don't hire people who have to be told to be nice. I hire nice people. — Leona Helmsley

It amazes me to find an intelligent person who fights against something which he does not at all believe exists. — Mahatma Gandhi

I like a good beer. Of course, I'll drink a bad one too. Let no person thirst for lack of real ale! Thank god for long-necked bottles, the angel's remedy. — Tom Petty

This question is posed to mayself, am I a man who thinks he's an angel? Or an angel who thinks he's a man? — Marilyn Manson

would all trickle through my fingers like so much red dust, for as long as childhood lasted it was a heaven fitted — Paula McLain

Cherish the Written Word! — John Fioravanti