Cobijo Bajo Quotes & Sayings

The men were wild as ourang-outans, and the women fit only to flog cattle. — Richard Francis Burton

As if no one had ever tried before, try to say what you see and feel and love and lose. — Rainer Maria Rilke

Wanted to dream when you went to sleep at night. For at least a month you would live out all your wishes in your dreams. You would have banquets and music and everything that you ever thought you wanted. But then, after a few weeks of this, you would say, "Well, this is getting a little dull. Let's have an adventure. Let's get into trouble." It is all right to get into trouble because you know you are going to wake up at the end of it. So you could fight dragons and rescue princesses, and all that sort of thing. — Alan W. Watts

Give what you have. To someone, it may be better than you dare to think. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The court makes an amazing amount of decisions that ought to be made by the people. — Antonin Scalia

First thing I do when I get in a library is - I go to the stacks and nose around. The idea is - you don't know what you're interested in. That's why it's possible to be surprised. So, instead of looking for things in particular, you look for what you didn't know you liked, and then when you find it you know that you liked it, and then you are a broader person than you were before. — Jesse Ball

I thought of betrayal and how it came so easily - in a word, a glance, a gesture. — Juliet Marillier

There is a tendency to seek an objective account of everything before admitting its reality. — Thomas Nagel

In a world where consumers had limited choice, you needed to compete for locations," says Ross, who went on to cofound eCommera, a British e-commerce advisory firm. "But in a world where consumers have unlimited choice, you need to compete for attention. And this requires something more than selling other people's products. — Brad Stone

Afternoons, when the fossil sea was warm and motionless, and the wine trees stood stiff in the yard, and the little distant Martian bone town was all enclosed, and no one drifted out their doors, you could see Mr. K himself in his room, reading from a metal book with raised hieroglyphs over which he brushed his hand, as one might play a harp. And from the book, as his fingers stroked, a voice sang, a soft ancient voice, which told tales of when the sea was red steam on the shore and ancient men had carried clouds of metal insects and electric spiders into battle. — Ray Bradbury