Campeonato Ecuatoriano Quotes & Sayings

What did you do?"
"What makes you think I did something?"
Chris snorted. "You're the guy. Of course it's your fault. Even when it's not your fault, it's your fault. — R.L. Mathewson

Neither smiles nor frowns, neither good intentions nor harsh words, are a substitute for strength. — John F. Kennedy

The slave child had no thought for the morrow; but there came that blight, which too surely waits on every human being born to be a chattel. — Harriet Ann Jacobs

The masters thought they were loved until one day one of their favorites farted loudly while serving dinner and the next day was gone. The very first manifestation of the classless society is the disappearance of the servant class. — John Kenneth Galbraith

Nothing like beautiful legs. 'Cause with beautiful legs, even if you've been there only once or twice, there might be something up there besides the cunt, there might be something really marvellous this time - it could be a cunt, but it could be - it's just something about looking at the legs just makes you - I'm not saying there's anything wrong with the cunt, I'm just saying, you always imagine - some extra magic when you're looking at the outside portion of the female. — Charles Bukowski

By George Eliot Let thy chief terror be of thine own soul: There, 'mid the throng of hurrying desires That trample on the dead to seize their spoil, Lurks vengeance, footless, irresistible As exhalations laden with slow death, And o'er the fairest troop of captured joys Breathes pallid pestilence. — George Eliot

Some hard and dry book in a dead language, which you have found it impossible to read at home, but for which you still have a lingering regard, is the best to carry with you on a journey. — Henry David Thoreau

Go hang yourself, you naughty mocking uncle! — William Shakespeare

Nobody reaches through here, least of all with a message from one who is dead. You, however, sit at your window and dream of the message when evening comes. — Franz Kafka

Leslie inhabited a city of spectacular raids and speculative break-ins yet to occur, a world where criminal opportunities were hidden in the very architecture of the metropolis, just a different way of using its streets and buildings. Lines of sight, potential hiding places, how shadows were cast at different times of day, routes into and out of a bank vault, even the specific order of streets that led to and away from a chosen target: these were the landmarks Leslie looked for and noted. He inhabited a parallel New York, a wire diagram of every potential entrance and connection. Leslie — Geoff Manaugh

God, you're tight," Ben groaned.
"That was a good groan?" Beatriz asked.
"The best groan. I could live and die inside you. — Tiffany Reisz