Asombrado Sinonimos Quotes & Sayings

Few enterprises of great labor or hazard would be undertaken if we had not the power of magnifying the advantages we expect from them. — Samuel Johnson

screws on the cowlings. Only a divine miracle — Herman Wouk

I'm scared," I breathe.
"I'm always going to fucking be here," he reminds me. "You won't be alone, sweetheart. — Krista Ritchie

Ruin what?" He brushes the hair away from my eyes. "I might never be able to date another man." He leans over and grazes my earlobe with his teeth, sending warm shivers down my arms. "That's the plan. — Lex Martin

The emphasis in meditation is very much on undistracted awareness: not thinking about things, not analyzing, not getting lost in the story, but just seeing the nature of what is happening in the mind. Careful, accurate observation of the moment's reality is the key to the whole process. — Joseph Goldstein

When the course of events shall have removed you to distant scenes of action where laurels not nurtured with the blood of my country may be gathered, I shall urge sincere prayers for your obtaining every honor and preferment which may gladden the heart of a soldier. — Thomas Jefferson

It's so empowering to see yourself as a machine. — Jennie Finch

What about his style?" asked Dalgliesh who was beginning to think that his reading had been unnecessarily restricted.
"Turgid but grammatical. And, in these days, when every illiterate debutante thinks she is a novelist, who am I to quarrel with that? Written with Fowler on his left hand and Roget on his right. Stale, flat and, alas, rapidly becoming unprofitable ... "
"What was he like as a person?" asked Dalgliesh.
"Oh, difficult. Very difficult, poor fellow! I thought you knew him? A precise, self-opinionated, nervous little man perpetually fretting about his sales, his publicity or his book jackets. He overvalued his own talent and undervalued everyone else's, which didn't exactly make for popularity."
"A typical writer, in fact?" suggested Dalgliesh mischievously. — P.D. James

But, oh, how precious those things were! To look at the sky, breathe the cold wind, have fingers nipped by chill and skin stung red and heart stirred to life, gods, he had been dead until Tristen arrived and asked him the first vexing question, and posed him the first insoluble puzzle, and marveled at hailstones and mourned over falling leaves. What miracles there were all around ... — C.J. Cherryh

There will always be survivors. — Robert A. Heinlein