Chorrera En Quotes & Sayings

Everything in my life comes up a little shorter than I want it to be. I've got all these high aspirations for myself, my career and my faith and it would come up not even close to what I want it to be. — Lino Rulli

Architecture depends on its time. It is the crystallization of its inner structure, the slow unfolding of its form. — Ludwig Mies Van Der Rohe

I enjoy being single, but I loved being married. — Stephanie Mills

If anyone tells you love makes you invincible, tell them they're full of shit. Love makes you paranoid and insecure and nervous you're going to fuck it all up and lose the best thing that's ever happened to you. — Cherie M. Hudson

There's something in life that's a curtain, and I keep trying to raise it. — Maxine Hong Kingston

If I can pay the bills, I'm happy. — Morgan Wootten

She lives as if she is constantly on the brink of some great fulfillment. As if she were waiting for Prince Charming to take her away "from all this". All what? The solitude of living inside her own soul? The certainty of being herself instead of half of something else? — Erica Jong

She nuzzled against his chest as she slipped her arms about his waist. "Oh, Christopher, you have become all things to me. I love you, my darling."
He raised her chin, and his eyes drank of the brimming devotion he saw in the amethyst depths. "And I you, milady. Perhaps more than even I was aware of until they took you from me." He lightly kissed the bruise on her jaw. "I will see that they pay for this."
"It doesn't matter, Christopher. As long as I have you and your babe within me, nothing else matters."

-Eienne & Christopher — Kathleen E. Woodiwiss

There's still not as many women in music as men, and I don't really know why. I don't have the answers. I do wish there were more women that played music. — Mary Timony

To the sound of this voice, to the music of the chessboard's evil lure, Luzhin recalled, with the exquisite, moist melancholy peculiar to recollections of love, a thousand games that he had played in the past ... There were combinations, pure and harmonious, where thought ascended marble stairs to victory; there were tender stirrings in one corner of the board, and a passionate explosion, and the fanfare of the Queen going to its sacrificial doom. — Vladimir Nabokov