Consejo Superior Quotes & Sayings

I see,' said Jerott slowly. 'You've thought it all out.'

'That's what I do,' said Lymond. 'I sit on my brood-patch and think. — Dorothy Dunnett

I would say, and this sounds like a rather immodest thing to say, but the truth is it's probably the most amazing thing of all, it's pretty much exactly what I thought we were going to make, what I hoped we'd make. — Tilda Swinton

As J. C. Kromsigt said, The good seed cannot flourish when it is repeatedly dug up for the purpose of examining its growth. — Tullian Tchividjian

The best way to cheer yourself is to cheer somebody else up. — Albert Einstein

What a man! He certainly seems to have the run of this country. Just shows how one can push a democracy around, what with habeas corpus and human rights and all the rest. Glad we haven't got him on our hands in England. — Ian Fleming

To obtain life is to add value on other people. Conversely, to obtain death is to subtract value on other people. — Andrew Masuku

Dreams are life, real life, not simply reflections. Dreams are honest. — Tim Lebbon

I have not made up my mind about Marian (another M! I heard the supervisor call her name), this time it won't be love, it would just be for the interest of the thing ... and the clothes would fit. Of course I would make it clear from the start who's boss and what I expect ... but it is still just an idea. — John Fowles

The national deficit is not rising. — Ed Balls

Certainly one of the most important things I learned is that numbers can be deceiving. There is a logic to mathematics, but there is also the underlying human element that must be considered. Numbers can't lie, but the people who create those numbers can and do. As so many people have learned, forgetting to include human nature in an equation can be devastating. — Harry Markopolos

Sometimes you have to play in a position that you may not feel is your best. — Graeme Souness

Corporate money is controlling everything. — Ed Schultz

Good-night, Dr. John; you are good, you are beautiful; but you are not mine. Good-night and God bless you! — Charlotte Bronte

One summer day I lay upon the grass. I'd sinned, no matter how, and in sin's wake there came a kind of drowsy peace so deep I hadn't even will enough to loathe myself. I had no mind to pray. I scarcely had a mind at all, just eyes to see the greenwood overhead, just flesh to feel the sun.
A light breeze blew from Wear that tossed the trees, and as I lay there watching them, they formed a face of shadows and of leaves. It was a man's green, leafy face. He gazed at me from high above. And as the branches nodded in the air, he opened up his mouth to speak. No sound came from his lips, but by their shape I knew it was my name.
His was the holiest face I ever saw. My very name turned holy on his tongue. If he had bade me rise and follow him to the end of time, I would have gone. If he had bade me die for him, I would have died. When I deserved it least, God gave me most. I think it was the Savior's face itself I saw. — Frederick Buechner