Armenios Argentinos Quotes & Sayings

Why I Am Happy
Now has come, an easy time. I let it
roll. There is a lake somewhere
so blue and far nobody owns it.
A wind comes by and a willow listens
gracefully.
I hear all this, every summer. I laugh
and cry for every turn of the world,
its terribly cold, innocent spin.
That lake stays blue and free; it goes
on and on.
And I know where it is. — William Stafford

Of death I am as certain as any mortal, Ammerlin, but defeat is certain only in despair. — Elizabeth Moon

To know how to free oneself is nothing; the arduous thing is to know what to do with one's freedom — Andre Gide

I think with all the odd jobs I ever had, there was some kind of enlightenment but, yes, a lot of pain and suffering that I don't want to re-live. — David Boreanaz

Imagine you're so far away no matter what you do, no matter what you say, you couldn't stop the world for a moment. — Tegan Quin

enough. She had in mind at the moment, rich — Virginia Woolf

Writers do not have the privilege of sleep. There is always a story coming alive in their heads, constantly composing. Whether they choose it or not. — Coco J. Ginger

Another big ripping sound. Jesus. Had they brought supernatural dynamite in to tear the whole place apart? — Lili St. Crow

Such fatigues and hardship as these serve to wean me more from the earth; and, I trust, will make heaven the sweeter. Formerly, when I was thus exposed to cold, rain, etc., I was ready to please myself with the thoughts of enjoying a comfortable house, a warm fire, and other outward comforts; but now these have less place in my heart (through the grace of God) and my eye is more to God for comfort. In this world I expect tribulation; and it does not now, as formerly, appear strange to me; I don't in such seasons of difficulty flatter myself that it will be better hereafter; but rather think how much worse it might be; how much greater trials others of God's children have endured; and how much greater are yet perhaps reserved for me. Blessed be God that he makes the comfort to me, under my sharpest trials; and scarce ever lets these thoughts be attended with terror or melancholy; but they are attended frequently with great joy. — David Brainard

The lover of excellence is prone to being drawn out of himself, erotically almost, in a way that the universalist egalitarian is not. The latter's empathy, projected from afar and without discrimination, is more principled than attentive. It is similar to bad art and mathematical shoelaces, in this regard; it is content to posit rather than to see the humanity of its beneficiaries. — Matthew B. Crawford

If Jovan Belcher didn't possess a gun, he and Kasandra Perkins would both be alive today. — Bob Costas