Comprendiamos Quotes & Sayings

The way the people around you position themselves around you to get in your pockets and in your mind is infuriating to me. — Dave Chappelle

What God hath wrought? — Samuel Morse

Here, however, you made art because it was the only thing you've ever been good at, the only thing, really, you thought about between shorter bursts of thinking about the things everyone thought about: sex and food and sleep and friends and money and fame. But somewhere inside you, whether you were making out with someone in a bar or having dinner with your friends, was always your canvas, its shapes and possibilities floating embryonically behind your pupils. — Hanya Yanagihara

The ordinary stories of our ordinary lives have extraordinary gifts coded within them ... — Christina Baldwin

God, you're so fucking arrogant. You think I want to be your girlfriend or something?"
... "I don't care what you call yourself. Titles are irrelevant to what I want with you. — Tessa Bailey

My dad always said, 'Beware of the guy who comes out on the first tee and he's got a terrible grip and a terrible golf swing. If he's in that tournament with you, there's a good chance he knows how to play with that type of golf swing,' and Bubba's that type of person," he said. — Golf Channel Staff

Marvel is run by some very smart people, and they seem to pride themselves on the fact that they don't just find talent, they groom talent. — Kelly Sue DeConnick

We all know Linux is great ... it does infinite loops in 5 seconds. — Linus Torvalds

My name is Tobias Eaton," Tobias says. "I don't think you want to push me off this train."
The effect of the name on the people in the car is immediate and bewildering: they lower their weapons. They exchange meaningful looks.
"Eaton? Really?" Edward says, eyebrows raised. "I have to admit, I did not see that coming." He clears his throat. "Fine, you can come. But when we get to the city, you've got to come with us."
Then he smiles a little. "We know someone who's been looking for you, Tobias Eaton. — Veronica Roth