Comprenden Quotes & Sayings

Aspire to be the man you pretend to be when you're trying to get laid. — Joe Rogan

I would give my life to fly in space. It's hard for me to talk about it but I would. I would then, and I will now. — Jerrie Cobb

Living unloved is like clipping a bird's wings and removing its ability to fly. — Wm. Paul Young

The next time you find yourself on the receiving end of a conversation assault, take a moment to have a little self-compassion. Remember that other introverts share your slow-talking tendencies, your hatred of small talk, and your disdain for the phone. — Michaela Chung

It's a long life to spend doing something you're only meh about. — Nicola Yoon

You always make jokes about you looks," Angela said. "You really shouldn't. You're all right. You know, fairly fanciable."
"I knew it!"
"But not to me," Angela said. "Not ever. Not because of your looks, because you are half a ton of crazy in a a five-pound sack."
"Ah, but is it a bodacious sack? — Sarah Rees Brennan

The truth is, there is no line. There's only your life, how you mess it up, and who is there to save you.
Or who isn't. — Mitch Albom

The nurse whirled and fixed him with a gimlet eye. "You - " she began, then threw her hands up. "Go get ready, idiot. You've been hovering at the door like a lost puppy all day. Tell the prince we'll be leaving as soon as Miss Chase is ready. Now, get."
Puck retreated, grinning, and the nurse sighed. "Those two," she muttered.
"They're either best friends or darkest enemies, I can't tell which. Come with me, Miss Chase. — Julie Kagawa

No prince, no success filled her dreams: only time spread out before her to spend as she chose, a time of contemplation which offered her refuge. — Delphine De Vigan

Inferno: Canto XIII
Not yet had Nessus reached the other side,
When we had put ourselves within a wood,
That was not marked by any path whatever.
Not foliage green, but of a dusky colour,
Not branches smooth, but gnarled and intertangled,
Not apple-trees were there, but thorns with poison.
Such tangled thickets have not, nor so dense,
Those savage wild beasts, that in hatred hold
'Twixt Cecina and Corneto the tilled places.
There do the hideous Harpies make their nests,
Who chased the Trojans from the Strophades,
With sad announcement of impending doom;
Broad wings have they, and necks and faces human,
And feet with claws, and their great bellies fledged;
They make laments upon the wondrous trees. — Dante Alighieri