Convidados A La Quotes & Sayings

What happens in the band room stays in the band room. — John Green

My mom always knew I would be able to take care of myself, but my dad was afraid. — Dominique Moceanu

He tucked a lock of her hair, her warm, glorious, silky hair, over her ear. "Hands to yourself, Mr. Hazlit. I have brothers, and I can protect myself if need be." "How would you protect yourself? I'm at least half a foot taller and probably six stone heavier." "You're a man." She hugged his coat closer. "You have at least one other set of vulnerabilities besides your arrogance and your pride." "Nasty, Miss Windham." Wonderfully nasty. She gave him a disparaging glance. — Grace Burrowes

Like every other mortal who has ever been touched by suicide, I had the fallacious belief that I could have done something to stop it. — Patricia Cornwell

Go forth in every direction- for the happiness, the harmony, the welfare of the many. Offer your heart, the seeds of understanding, like a lamp overturned and re-lit, illuminating the darkness. — Gautama Buddha

Minna sometimes imagined Dr. Upshaw having sex with her husband, lying there almost motionless, fat sticky thighs sagging on the bed, saying, "I think you're onto something, David," in her low, encouraging voice. — Lauren Oliver

In my work on injuries, I'm very interested in the lag time between when a person first suspects that something is too intense or painful for them in practice, and when they actually stop or alter practice. In between those two points comes a litany of things they are told and learn to tell themselves - "pain is an opening", "practice requires commitment" etc. - about the necessity of continuing. It's also in this period that repetitive strain can evolve into chronic injury. — Anonymous

You've always been handy with a knife, Mother — Val McDermid

There is always sufficient reason for despair, but there is never sufficient purpose. — Robert Breault

I was just learning how to read and was reading every sign out loud, practising, and when I saw Cockburn Avenue I said Cock Burn Avenue and then asked what's that? And Elf, she must have been eleven or twelve, said that's from too much sex and my mother said shhhh from the front passenger seat and we didn't dare look over at my dad who clutched the wheel and peered out the windshield like a sniper tracking his target. There were two things he didn't ever want to talk about and they were sex and Russia. — Miriam Toews