Cartesiano Hotel Quotes & Sayings

Trying to explain or define grace is like catching the wind in a cardboard box or describing the color green. — Cathleen Falsani

One who controls his unruly passions is able to apply with discipline his polite ones. — Matshona Dhliwayo

Gadgets are usually the last thing I think about, and if there's something new, I'll get to the store for the final shipment of the first generation when it's on sale. So I have last year's stuff. — William Gibson

At times an obstacle on your way may be so stupid that you may not want to deal with it; jump over it and save your time! There is no need to deal with every stupid thing or every stupid person; jump over them, leave them quite behind you! — Mehmet Murat Ildan

A Jewish man with his parents alive is half the time a helpless infant! — Philip Roth

IT delivery is about People, Process, and Technology. — Pearl Zhu

The best often seem the worst — William Boyd

I read as if time were running out, because technically it is. As I grow older I find I'm increasingly impatient with mediocre entertainments; I want books that will take my breath away and realign my vision - Barbara Kingsolver — Pat Williams

People should be talking about "yoga asanas" as a competive sport. Because there are many forms of yoga. The most common two forms are hatha yoga and raja yoga. That's mostly what people understand. — Rajashree Choudhury

My heart was divided for so long. Now I'm able to give you every part of me. You deserve nothing less. — Faith Sullivan

Vodka goes well with a wintery perspective. Nothing else provokes such presentiments of falling snow except, for some, the communist seizure of the state. — Michele Bernstein

He'd managed to take hold of her being, her poise and twisted it that it'd mutilated so bad. Even she had forgotten how it had felt to be sane. — Diyar Harraz

The American Revolution was, in fact, a battle against the philosophy of Locke and the English utilitarians. — Robert Trout

I hesitate, hand on my seatbelt buckle. I know I need to get going somewhere, but - well, what's the harm in scoping the area out? Making sure it's as safe as Remy seems to think it is?
"All right, Remy," I say, opening the door.
"Remy," he shoots back. "Jesus, you can't even remember my name? The sewers weren't kind to you, were they?"
"Wait - what?" I ask, shutting the door, locking it. No one's taking my Lucy.
He just looks exasperated, which just makes me confused.
"You called me Ruby," Remy said, indignantly.
I stare at him. There's a flutter of something wild, panicked in my chest I don't understand and I don't particularly want to examine. I'm tired and when I'm tired my tongue gets lazy. "Sorry. Tired. Idiot. — Alexandra Bracken

To stay or to go, it amounted to the same thing. — Albert Camus