Cepeda Systems Quotes & Sayings

Zui-Gan called out to himself every way, "Master."
Then he answered himself, "Yes, sir."
And then he added, "Become sober."
Again he answered, "Yes, sir."
"And after that," he continued, "do not be deceived by others."
"Yes, sir; yes, sir," he replied. -Mu-Mon-Kwan. — J.D. Salinger

There's nothing happy about having your fate decided for you! You have to grab your own happiness! — Hiro Mashima

The trouble with education is,' said Jimmy cheerfully, 'that we always read everything when we're too young to know what it means. And the trouble with life is that we're always too busy to reread it later. There's more sense in books, Cicily, than you'd really believe. Though, of course, they don't teach you anything vital that you can't learn for yourself. — Margaret Ayer Barnes

One of the most marked characteristics of our day is a reckless neglect of principles, and a rigid adherence to their semblance. — Marguerite Gardiner, Countess Of Blessington

They should hold themselves absolutely upon the immovable foundation of truth and nature, whereby alone they can save themselves from misapprehensions and from the danger of being entirely carried away from reality into mere dreams and fictions. — Ethan A. Hitchcock

War's dirty little secret is that some men love it. — Kathryn Bigelow

I'm cool with my body, I love my body. I wouldn't trade it for no other body. — Marshawn Lynch

With all the hybrid stuff and things like that, I think that's a fabulous direction to go with cars in that sense. As someone who grew up around muscle cars, I'll never not be able to not love a muscle car. Not that I don't care about the environment, that's not it. But I adore muscle cars. — Michael Symon

At that instant the smoking mouths of the rifles were aimed at him and letter by letter he heard the encyclicals that Mequiades had chanted and he heart the lost steps of Santa Sofia de la Piedad, a virgin, in the classroom, and in his nose he felt the same icy hardness that had drawn his attention in the nostrils of the corpse of Remedios. — Gabriel Garcia Marquez