Cortaron Spanish Quotes & Sayings

I'm not a minimalist, as I'm sure you've noticed. — Iris Apfel

We live with the scars we choose. — Shannon L. Alder

It doesn't matter what they do to me,' he said. 'It might even be better if they - stop me. But I need to know you're safe.'
'Oh, and so what you need is so important?' I spat, but really I was shaking at what he'd said. More like what he hadn't quite said. 'How can I know you're safe if I'm not here to save your pretty ass? — Amanda Sun

I'm getting a wrinkle above my eyebrow because I just can't stop lifting it, and I love that you know. — Angelina Jolie

For the advice in a joke is sometimes more useful than the most serious teaching. — Baltasar Gracian

To be quite honest, I've been very blessed when I've worked with Hollywood. The studios that have purchased my work to be adapted to film have really liked the work and wanted to stay as close as they could to what the book was. — Nicholas Sparks

Without God upholding the universe from moment to moment, nothing could continue to be. — R.C. Sproul

IN the sea, once upon a time, O my Best Beloved, there was a Whale, and he ate fishes. He ate the starfish and the garfish, and the crab and the dab, and the plaice and the dace, and the skate and his mate, and the mackereel and the pickereel, and the really truly twirly-whirly eel. All the fishes he could find in all the sea he ate with his mouth - so! Till at last there was only one small fish left in all the sea, and he was a small 'Stute Fish, and he swam a little behind the Whale's right ear, so as to be out of harm's way. Then the Whale stood up on his tail and said, 'I'm hungry.' And the small 'Stute Fish said in a small 'stute voice, 'Noble and generous Cetacean, have you ever tasted Man? — Rudyard Kipling

[Talking pictures are] like putting lip rouge on the Venus de Milo. — Mary Pickford

In fact, you couldn't even be sure that everything you had assumed to be an expression of your black, unfettered self
the humor, the song, the behind-the-back pass
had been freely chosen by you. At best, these things were a refuge; at worst, a trap. Following this maddening logic, the only thing you could choose as your own was withdrawal into a smaller and smaller coil of rage, until being black meant only the knowledge of your own powerlessness, of your own defeat. And the final irony: Should you refuse this defeat and lash out at your captors, they would have a name for that, too, a name that could cage you just as good. Paranoid. Militant. Violent. Nigger. — Barack Obama

God, how I hate it when somebody yells "Good luck!" at me when I'm leaving somewhere. It's depressing. — J.D. Salinger

I almost said - trying to find some casual remark - 'I wonder sometimes what has become of the little McCoo girl, did she ever get better?' - but stopped in time lest she rejoin: 'I wonder sometimes what has become of the little Haze girl ... — Vladimir Nabokov

Everybody's wondering, how can I arrange the daisies and dandelions of my life into a better bouquet? The answer is, you can't. Life is random. Life is absurd. Life is deadly. The bouquet arranges itself. And it doesn't always bloom or smell good. — Conrad Wesselhoeft