Cabalgando A La Quotes & Sayings

What matters most is how you live your life, not what you have to show for it. — Jenny Sanford

I found myself daydreaming of homesteading in the wilderness on a remote mountain somewhere. — Gordon Blaine

Since I was eight years old. I didn't have a TV, so comic books were definitely my television, my soap operas, and all that. — Method Man

When we saw a destitute-looking man trying to sell worn flip-flops, I vowed never to complain about a job again. When I considered the steady paycheck and quality of life it provided, most of my past gripes - primarily about unproductive meetings, back-biting office politics and panty hose - were just whining. — Kristine K. Stevens

The endgame is peaceful reunification of the Korean peninsula. — Lee Myung-bak

She strolled between shelves, looking at titles, smiling as she met old friends - books she had read three times or five times or a dozen. Just a title, or an author's name, would be enough to summon up happy images. Strange creatures like phoenixes and psammeads, moving under smokey London daylight of a hundred years before, in company with groups of bemused children; starships and new worlds and the limitless vistas of interstellar night, outer space challenged but never conquered; princesses in silver and golden dresses, princes and heroes carrying swords like sharpened lines of light, monsters rising out of weedy tarns, wild creatures that talked and tricked one another ... — Diane Duane

The spinning wheel became the symbol of Indian independence. So we always say, "if the spinning wheel was the symbol of our first independence, then the seed is the symbol of our second independence." — Vandana Shiva

A good, all-loving god would not destroy his creations no matter how they act. He tells parents to love their children unconditionally. I say 'you first, God.' — Ryan Hofmeister

A red-tailed hawk rose high on an air current, calling out shrill, sequential rasps of raptor joy. She scanned the sky for another one. Usually when they spoke like that, they were mating. Once she'd seen a pair of them coupling on the wing, grappling and clutching each other and tumbling curve-winged through the air in hundred-foot death dives that made her gasp, though always they uncoupled and sailed outward and up again just before they were bashed to death in senseless passion. — Barbara Kingsolver