Asombrosa En Quotes & Sayings

Take it from me, Fate doesn't care most of the time. — Diana Wynne Jones

Ultimately, Bob is on nobody's side but Bob's. — Rick Yancey

The pessimists believe that the cosmos is a clock that is running down; the progressives believe it is a clock that they themselves are winding up. But I happen to believe that the world is what we choose to make it, and that we are what we choose to make ourselves; and that our renascence or our ruin will alike, ultimately and equally, testify with a trumpet to our liberty.- The Illustrated London News, July 10, 1920 Issue. — G.K. Chesterton

The past is nothing to [the young], not even another country as it is to the old, or even a nightmare as it is to the guilty. — Cassandra Clare

I realize the importance of retelling those stories is so that, one, we don't forget what our ancestors had to do so we can be where we are, and two, to just educate the newer generation. I'm being educated by all these films [ The Root and Selma] and the things I've had the opportunity to be a part of, and kids even younger than me are being educated, too. It's important to make sure those stories never die. — Stephan James

You don't reach points in life at which everything is sorted out for us. I believe in endings that should suggest our stories always continue. — Lauren Oliver

All you can be is you. Your true self shines with more beauty than your mind can ever know. — Sasha Martin

My name is Eva, which means 'life,' according to a book of names my mother consulted. I was born in the back room of a shadowy house, and grew up amidst ancient furniture, books in Latin, and human mummies, but none of those things made me melancholy, because I came into the world with a breath of the jungle in my memory. — Isabel Allende

L.A. is only where you live, because otherwise it's just a sprawling mass of everything, and I think if you live in L.A., you get a little network of places you go, and people you see, and when you leave town, you do miss those places and your friends. — Steve Martin

Unspeakable nightmares surround the men now. They would scream if they could. It's no use. The dream has them, and it will not relinquish its hold. Ever. Back in their beds on Mott Street. the men's bodies go limp. But behind their closed lids, their eyes move frantically as, one by one, they are pulled deeper and deeper into a nightmare from which they will never, ever wake. — Libba Bray