Celias Mexican Quotes & Sayings

I mean, we're talking about chocolate, for chrissake! Chocolate's wonderful! Everyone loves it! Look at me, I'm part German! That makes me a kraut! Do you know what kraut is? It's sauerkraut, men! Which means pickled cabbage! And no one likes that! And I'm okay with it! You can call me Kraut, for all that I care! I don't give a god damn! Do you read me, men? Do you? ~ Roman Meister, manager of the San Carlos Coyotes, to three black ballplayers whom he has, cleverly he thinks, nicknamed "Dark Chocolate," "Milk Chocolate," and "Bitter Chocolate." From The Mighty Roman. — Jon Sindell

Sometimes everyone does their best and things still go wrong. — Rachel Hartman

My image of Jesus is someone who is exciting ... Were he alive today, he would be causing havoc! — Philip Seymour Hoffman

My week beats your year. — Lou Reed

But before either of them could move a sudden blast of energy shattered the car's rear window, sending glass fragments soaring through the morning air in a lethal wave of sparkling terror. — Marcha A. Fox

Her lips were like large crimson polyps. — Vladimir Nabokov

She hung up and the room was a fist of silence. page 233 — William Kent Krueger

Eternal love or eternal damnation .. Tears of Crimson — Michelle Hughes

I want you to walk out of here tonight not loving me more, but loving yourselves more. — Lady Gaga

In great misfortunes, people want to be alone. They have a right to be. And the misfortunes that occur within one are the greatest. Surely the saddest thing in the world is falling out of love
if once one has ever fallen in. — Willa Cather

Anybody can believe in God. What it means to be a Christian is to trust him when he speaks, which does not require a leap of faith or a crucifixion of the intellect. It requires a crucifixion of pride, because no one is more trustworthy than God. — R.C. Sproul

Dreams, as we all know, are very curious things: certain incidents in them are presented with quite uncanny vividness, each detail executed with the finishing touch of a jeweller, while others you leap across as though entirely unaware of, for instance, space and time. Dreams seem to be induced not by reason but by desire, not by the head but by the heart, and yet what clever tricks my reason has sometimes played on me in dreams! — Fyodor Dostoyevsky