Benecke Mexico Quotes & Sayings

The woman who loves always smells good. — Remy De Gourmont

Religion
that voice of the deepest human experience. — Matthew Arnold

If the [captured Israeli] soldiers are not returned, we will turn Lebanon's clock back 20 years. — Dan Halutz

The thing about old neighborhoods: people still mind each other's business. — Tana French

Of course the reason that all the children in our town like Mrs. Piggle-Wiggle is because Mrs. Piggle-Wiggle likes children, she enjoys talking to them and best of all they do not irritate her. — Betty MacDonald

My aunt used to call me light bulb head because my head is small at the bottom and bigger at the top. But it was a term of endearment. — Tyra Banks

It's great being your own boss, but then, you know, you make your own mistakes, you know, and you own them. You know, so it's empowering, and it's also humbling along the way. — Ani DiFranco

To understand how Republicans lost the African American vote, we must first understand how we won the African American vote. — Rand Paul

Could a virgin be a whore? — Michelle Hughes

The rock struck Piggy a glancing blow from chin to knee; the conch exploded into a thousand white fragments and ceased to exist. Piggy, saying nothing, with no time for even a grunt, travelled through the air sideways from the rock, turning over as he went. The rock bounded twice and was lost in the forest. Piggy fell forty feet and landed on his back across that square, red rock in the sea. His head opened and stuff came out and turned red. Piggy's arms and legs twitched a bit, like a pig's after it has been killed. Then the sea breathed again in a long, slow sigh, the water boiled white and pink over the rock; and when it went, sucking back again, the body of Piggy was gone. — William Golding

We have fallen in love with the body. That's that thing that looks back at us from the mirror. That's the repository of that lovely identity that you keep chasing all your life. — George Wald

They broaden our outlook ... set us to looking inward ... — Peter S. Beagle

You don't need to explain. This is your house too-you can go where you want," I reply. I smile as best as I can. "Except my room, of course."
"Why, you'll stab me with a kitchen knife if I do?" she jokes as I set the knife down onto Oma March's bedside table.
"Maybe," I answer. — Jackson Pearce